Confessions of a girl growing up

I was mistaken for a boy for the first time in school by a teacher. He looked so uncomfortable once he realized that I am a girl and not the “Sir” that he originally called me. He was so apologetic and it seemed he didn’t even know what to say. It was actually kind of entertaining :) Then, after school I was doing community service with honor society and we were doing crafts with little kids and, as I expected, a few of the kids asked me if I was a boy or a girl. Two of them, though, went on telling me I was a boy. These little brats were so rude, but I managed to give them a little lesson in acceptance. They finally accepted that I was a girl because they saw that I had my nails painted. I guess they couldn’t wrap their minds around the fact that girls don’t always have long hair and wear pink. Well, I hope I opened their minds at least a little to the many different types of people they may meet as they grow up.