What kind of sexist am I raising?

For those who know me, and know me well, you know that I am not really a die-hard feminist, but I am known in my circle of friends and family to "wear the pants in the family."

I want to raise my son to believe that women are truly equals.

So you can imagine my dismay when we stop in to visit my Dad at the Upward basketball game yesterday morning, and this is uttered from Evan's lips (after he has observed the third and fourth grade girls playing basketball):

Hey ... why are there a bunch of cheerleaders playing basketball?

AAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!