"Shy"

Today at Rose's class there was a dad there.  Gasp.  She first noticed him at the very beginning of circle time, so she stood fixed in one spot, eyes downcast, occasionally glancing in his direction to see if he was still there.  As all the children danced and clapped and followed along with the songs, she stood in the same spot.  Eventually she came over to me and hid her face in my neck, occasionally peeking out to look at the man. 

After circle time was over, it was snack time, and Rose ran off to choose a seat.  Of course the scary man's son also chooses a spot at the table, so the man sits down too across from Rose.  Downcast eyes and silent eating begin.  "She looks tired", says the man.  After a while Rose says to me: "Shy". 

Later in the gym she is preoccupied and busy with playing.  At parachute time she was having fun and then she noticed him and actually started to rub and cover her eyes. "Are you ok Rose?" says the teacher.  "She's just shy", I say. 

As we go to get our stuff when the class is over, "shy", says Rose.  There has always been the occasional dad at the class, and every week there is a Grandpa, so the only thing I can think of is that this guy had facial hair, like a growing out beard, and this must be what set her off.  After the class she kept saying "Shy man-man".