After his piano lesson, With-a-Why and I stopped at the pizza place so he could run in and grab a slice of pizza. He’s growing fast, rapidly catching up to his tall father and older brothers, and he’s at the age when he’s always hungry.
The parking lot is small, so I pulled up in front and waited in the car while he took a few dollars and went in. The breeze caught his waist-length hair as he walked. It’s fine, silky hair, black against his pale skin.
When he came out, he looked kind of puzzled. He shook his hair back so that he could devour the pizza slice.
“The guy in there called me sir,” he said. “That’s weird. People usually think I’m a girl.”
“Not any more,” I said. “You’re getting too tall. And your features are changing.”
“I don’t know how I feel about being called sir,” he said. “I was almost offended.”
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I'm more than twice his age, and I still don't think I deserve the title "ma'am" which is a constant here in Southern, no Western, no, don't label us we're really our own country, state.
Sir and ma'am in the deep south is a sign of respect. Obviously, he deserved it.
LOL! What a CUTE story! :-D
That's so funny! :-)
My sons would probably insist that he's a girl. (sorry about that, they need more exposure to long haired guys).
That is perfect. Made me smile, I can just hear him saying it so matter of factly.
I still occasionally get mistaken for a girl. It used to really embarrass me but now I laugh at it.
I cringe when people call me ma'am.
I love it that he'd rather be mistaken for a girl than called sir!
I remember even being asked about "that girl" I was sitting next to. I'd ask that girl to turn around so that people could see my husband may have long hair but he also a good deal of facial hair.
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