You know those uncomfortable moments when your kids say innocently inappropriate things, like asking the old woman with the oxygen tank if she’s dying or the broken-out teenager what’s wrong with his skin?
We have a lot of those moments in this family.
Today, it was loudly referring to a little girl they’d just met at the park as “he”.
The girl was dressed in a Superman costume, so it was an understandable mistake. Her long blond hair trailed behind as they chased each other around the monkey bars. At one point, when she was far ahead, I quickly called them over and explained that she was, in fact, a girl. They shouldn’t assume she was a boy just because she was wearing a superhero costume. Girls can and should wear whatever they want, I proudly stated, high fiving Rosie the Riveter in my head as the mother looked on. Really? they asked, incredulously. Yes, I whispered, shooing them off. Go play with her. They nodded their heads and continued chasing happily.
A half hour later, the little girl’s mom called her to go home. Apparently, it was time for dinner.
Those kids can be so embarassing.