Yesterday after school, Mr. SlightlyConfusedPants whined in the car, "My teacher told me I couldn't take my shoes off at school!"
He wished he could have his school slippers again.
I explained that in America, schools are places you wear your outside shoes all the time, even though in Austria, you have to take your outside shoes off and put on your Hausschue before going to your classroom. (I loved that rule. I miss it, too.)
Driving to school today, he asked, "Why is my teacher a lady like you?"
I explained that she was born a girl and girls grow up to be "ladies".
He said he wanted to see Mr. Owl again.
I said I understood he missed him.
"Why does my new school not have boy teachers?" he asked, still moping.
I explained that, even though it would be perfectly ok for a man to be a teacher of little kids in America, it just didn't happen very often. There just weren't a lot of men teaching little kids in America.
I tried. I really did. I took several whacks at it actually, getting closer and closer to what I didn't want to say (that most American men would be embarassed to be preschool teachers? that most American parents would be creeped out by a male preschool teacher?) and asking, "Does that make sense?" after each try.
"No, that doesn't make sense," he said, every time.
This afternoon, when I ask him why he thinks there are no boy teachers in American preschools, he tells me, "Because no boys decided to be boy teachers."
And why do you think that is?
"Because they didn't want to be boy teachers."
And why do you think they didn't want to be boy teachers?
"I don't know."
It's really too bad. Mr. SlightlyConfusedPants always loved his male teachers the best. It did creep me out at first, but then I started to realize that most of the schools had several male teachers (usually though, in our experience, the head teacher of the class is female). It's normal. A good normal.
I hope you have a beautiful weekend and I hope you'll check in here on Sunday; I'm working on a post for it.