When I was ten, I was in an after school program. One day, one of the other boys taught us a new game he had just learned; smear the queer. I told him he shouldn't say things like that; I had gay parents, and the idea of "smear the queer" being a game was reprehensible. He said it was just a game, and I should get over it. We got into a heated argument about it, in which I called him an idiot and a homophobe, and was subsequently placed in time-out while the other kids went and played the game. Damned if it didn't look like a lot of fun, too... but I was too busy fuming that the daycare worker would take his side when he was obviously being a bigot with his "queer smearing" game.
To say that 10-year-olds are incapable of arriving at these conclusions on their own is ridiculous. Yes, my lesbian mothers made me aware of the discrimination that people may face for being gay. But they didn't tell me there was a game called "smear the queer." They didn't tell me to stand up against bigotry. They told me to try and get along with people regardless of our differences. I didn't listen particularly well at that age. But regardless of their influence, I knew that a game called "smear the queer" was inherently wrong, not just because it attacked my family, but because it spoke to the basest of human actions; the desire to harm people who are different.
Kudos to this kid for standing up for what he believes in.