The Rooster, The Mayor and I rounded the corner onto a very narrow sidewalk on a really busy street.
I noticed that The Rooster kept trying to hold The Mayor’s hand. The street traffic must have made her nervous.
“Mayor, Rooster wants to hold your hand. Would you be willing to hold hands with her?” I asked.
The Mayor took her hand and asked his signature question.
“I think the busy street is making her nervous. Holding your hand makes her feel safer,” I told him.
“Because you are her big brother and that’s what good big brothers do… they help take care of their little sisters.”
We entered a shoe store where The Rooster rejected many, many perfectly fine shoes.
[What girl in her right mind leaves the shoe store empty handed??? Is she really mine?]
Walking back out to the narrow sidewalk, The Rooster again grabbed for The Mayor’s hand.
“Thank you for being such a nice big brother, Mayor. You’re even walking on the street side just like a gentleman!” I told him.
“What’s a gentle man?” The Mayor asked.
“A gentleman is a nice man, a good man.”
“Why does the gentleman walk on the street side?”
[Ack! Why did I choose to tell him this? What is the best, most feminist answer?]
“Um… to make the ladies feel safe and protected from the fast cars.”
[The ghost of Bella Abzug hit me with her hat.]
The Mayor held Rooster’s hand and walked her down the street.
As we turned the corner and left the whizzing traffic behind, The Mayor said,
“Mom, I don’t want to be a gentleman. I think I’d rather be a girl.”
Oh, The Sweet Mayor.
While chivalry can be nice, he has no idea what he’d be getting into.