Technically this belongs on the private blog- especially given the location of such a story.. but... It's really more about me.. so... Here we are:
FUNNY STORY- (ok- sad... but funny for self depricating me)
Of all the things I had to learn, and be prepared for -being a single mom raising a boy: A white woman raising a brown skinned child- etc etc etc.... I never thought my first confrontation would be based on gender confusion!
We were in Mass visiting my sister & BIL when- at the grocery story The Boy has to go "ka ka". In we go into the ladies room into a stall.
I'm scootched down in front of him hold his hands so he doesn't fall in. He's making lots of "boy bathroom noises" along with mmwwa kisses for me. I'm talking to him trying to get him to hurry along. When I hear from someone else in the bathroom- rather loudly and assertively "EXCUSE ME! EXCUUUUSSSE ME! Is there a gentleman in here?"
"Is there a man in this bathroom!?!?!"
I hesitate as I look at Teg.... "UMmm NO. Not exactly" (figureing neither "Man" nor "gentleman" is he qualified for yet)
"Are you a woman?!"
"Huh?" (you see my profound vocabulary is helping here...)
"Are you a woman? Are you a mother?" She is seriously YELLING at this point.
"YES! YES I AM!!"
And this is what she says... seriously... I'm surprised I've never heard this one....
"Well- You sound like a man and your shoes look like Men's shoes.!"
Laughing to myself... I say "Well, Stop looking under the stalls!"
This is where it gets worse...
I know she doesn't leave. She waits to see who comes out of our stall and is stealthy as she enters another at the same time we exit ours. As I'm washing my hands... The Boy bends over and sticks his head under her stall and starts giggling!!!!
Couldn't have said it better myself Boy.
"Let's go son."