Once about my first-class daughter with long eyelids and curls to the shoulders, but dressed in shorts, a completely strange aunt at the stop asked: "Why does a boy have such long hair? He looks like a girl and has longer hair.” To my objections that it was a girl, a very self-confident woman replied, “Well, I see that it is a boy! Why do you hide it?” My amazement had no limits. The pants from the child, a clear thing, did not strike for indisputable proof, but could not keep silent (the trick inside my active nature just jumped from enthusiasm and the opportunity to joke). She simply replied to an inadequate grandmother: “Man! Do not go with strangers.”