The Indignity

This morning while walking to class, I saw a little boy about 3 years old walking to his school with his dad. I was in a hurry to get by so the dad pulls the kid to the side and said, "Come on, move over. This lady's in a hurry." So I hike on by and hear a tiny little voice go, "She looks like a boy, daddy, she looks like a boy." At that point, I sort of did a snort/guffaw because really, I'm just not sure what to think about that. I didn't hike too quickly, so I was within earshot and the "Is that a boy or girl" topic continued for at least another two or three minutes.
Okay, so I don't think I looked like a boy. I was wearing close fitting jeans and nice shoes. I suppose my hair looked short because I have it tied into a bun for dance class. I guess I need to give the kid some credit, most children at his age think girls have long hair and boys have short hair and mine being black just blends back in on itself.
O, and I'm going to be wearing my hair down for the rest of the day.