Louis started Kindergarten Monday! I spent last week fretting and preparing. When Monday morning came, we were set and Louis was a champ. He walked straight in the classroom and settled right in. No tears from either of us, though I felt nauseous a couple times. And he had a really, really great week! Success!
Louis came home that first day and said, "There's a girl in my class who looks like a boy but is really a girl." I asked if he knew her name, and he didn't.
The next day, after school, he recalled an encounter with said girl on the playground: "Mom, I made it to the third monkey bar on the playground today. But the girl who looks like a boy but is really a girl? She made it all the way across the monkey bars by herself!" I asked if he knew her name yet, and he said no. So I suggested he find out the next day.
Wednesday, after school, I asked Louis if he found out this little girl's name. He said, "Which little girl?" At which point I had to respond, "The little girl who you say looks like but boy but is really a girl." To which he replied, "No."
I'd seen this little girl, and for the record, she neither looks nor dresses like a boy. Her hair is a long pixie/ almost shag, super-cute, but she's pretty feminine. So I asked Louis, "Why do you think she looks like a boy?" And he said, "Her hair is short." I pointed out, "My hair is shorter than hers. Do you think I look like a boy?" Louis said, "No. But she's really strong."
WHAT? Chauvinism is permanently etched on that Y chromosome from the point of conception?
I said, "Yes, but I'm really strong and I'm not a boy." He fell silent. No other logic to rationalize his instinct. Today I finally asked Louis' teacher what this little girl's name is.