When The Man Is A Woman

I know this has to happen to other parents. When your children are in that mood ... where you know you should probably just stay home, but you really want to get out and go somewhere. So you take your chances and pack them up and head to your favorite store or restaurant.

So we're eating out ... and the kids are a bit energetic. Actually, for once Kadin is being quite behaved, but Isabella is all fired up. So we are sitting and eating our dinner when Kadin asks ...

"Mom, is that a man or a woman?" As he points to the nice elderly couple sitting behind us.

It was obvious to me that there was clearly one man and one woman. Yes, the woman was a bit heavy with big bushy short gray hair ... but she was clearly a woman.

"Kadin - that is a woman."

"But which one is the woman?"

"The one sitting behind me is a woman."

Now keep in mind I'm trying to say this under my breathe because I don't want this poor man to hear that my son is questioning the gender of his wife - nor do I want the woman to hear that my son thinks she looks like a man.

"Where? I don't see a woman over there."

"Kadin - the one with the bushy hair ... she is the woman."

"Oh"

Now Kadin was actually doing a very good job of keeping his voice down (this coming from the kid that doesn't know how to whisper). But then there's Bella ... oh sweet, fired up Bella ... who loves to copy her brother says loudly ...

"Mom - is that a man or a woman over there?" pointing with her syrup-filled finger.

I must've shot her the look of death ... because with one quick shake of my head ... she stopped talking.

I wonder what age I'll be when small children start to question my gender ... I don't think I want to grow old.