Today while we were in line at the store. Miss B was staring at the native American man in line behind us. He had his long hair pulled back and wrapped at the base of his head. She looked at me side ways and asked "Is that a man or a woman?"
I totally understand why she asked... he looked like a man but had long hair...she asks that about girls with short hair, men with mullets, women with mohawks. It is VERY normal for preschoolers to be confused. SO I explain to her that he is a man. That he is Native American and thats why he has long hair. I give her like a one sentence explanation about ancestry and leave it at that. She is still staring and he smiles, but I tell her to stop staring because staring isn't nice... still staring and giggling now too.
I say to her "would you like it if he was staring at you and asked 'Is that a little girl or a redheaded elf?" She laughs and says 'no."
Then that nice looking, smiling, long haired man behind me says "She looks like she is from Kentucky"
Images from 'Deliverance' run through my head.I hear dueling banjos. Poor Ned Beatty! My paler than pale, freckled face, red stringy haired, skinny, self dressed ragamuffin girl looks up at me with a big goofy, toothy smile. And for a second I think "yeah maybe he is right."