Dad Treatment

At Trader Joe’s this morning with the 3-year-old, a sweet older lady offered to let me move in front of her in line.  Needless to say, her kind gesture had nothing to do with me and everything to do with being the little one’s cuteness (she can turn on the charm and own a room like nobody’s business).

This is not the first time this happened, nor even the second.  The most memorable being at the Post Office during the holiday season, both girls in tow (the younger still in her detachable car seat carrier), when the entire line, ten to fifteen deep, offered to let me cut straight to the front.

What I find curious is that I never see the same level of courtesy to mothers.  Some, yes, but not the same level.

What is it about a dad and his kids, especially daughters, that engenders such special consideration?  Is it the worst possible answer that people have pity, sympathy, the belief that a dad doesn’t know what he is doing with his children and that he needs all the help they can get?  Or is it something else?  Something that strikes a sweet chord about big, manly dad being gentle and playful with his much smaller daughters?

I’d love to hear people’s thoughts.