dawnmarrie1961
04-23-2011, 10:37 AM
I stopped at a laundry-mat near the church that I’m going to in order to change into something more appropriate for Good Friday Service. The moment I walked into the building I was besieged by a group of kindergarteners. All little girls. They surrounded me on all sides and kept looking me over and pointing. “Are you a Girl?” They asked. I spoke up in my male voice, as always, and said “I’m a person.”
“What’s a person?” They asked me.
I pointed to myself “I’m a person.” then I pointed to them. “You are a person.”
“But does that mean you are a girl or a boy?” They asked.
“You are a person first.” I replied “You are going to find out someday that being a person is hard enough.”
I went into the restroom and changed out of the jeans and tee shirt I had been wearing into a nice dress and fixed my make-up for church.
When I walked out I was again surrounded by the same group of kids. Only this time they were all smiling and saying “You are a girl!” One of them even grabbed and squeezed one of my boobs.
I winced. “Ouch! That hurts.” And she, thank heavens, let go.
I said “Tootles, girls.” and went across the street to the church.
Not only do kids say the darnest things but they tend to grab you in the darnest places. And I've got a bruise on my boob to prove it!:devil:
“What’s a person?” They asked me.
I pointed to myself “I’m a person.” then I pointed to them. “You are a person.”
“But does that mean you are a girl or a boy?” They asked.
“You are a person first.” I replied “You are going to find out someday that being a person is hard enough.”
I went into the restroom and changed out of the jeans and tee shirt I had been wearing into a nice dress and fixed my make-up for church.
When I walked out I was again surrounded by the same group of kids. Only this time they were all smiling and saying “You are a girl!” One of them even grabbed and squeezed one of my boobs.
I winced. “Ouch! That hurts.” And she, thank heavens, let go.
I said “Tootles, girls.” and went across the street to the church.
Not only do kids say the darnest things but they tend to grab you in the darnest places. And I've got a bruise on my boob to prove it!:devil: