So I'm out to dinner on Memorial Day with my 8 month old mixed-race daughter, my parents and their best friends. Of course, DH is not with us cause he's working. It's crowded in the restaurant and as we sit down a woman at the table next to us leans over to look at the baby in the car seat and starts gushing. She goes on and on about how pretty she is, asks me all these questions, like how old is she, what's her name, etc. Then she asks - "How long have you had her?" And I was like, huh? I truly had no clue what she had just asked me. So she says it again - and then I realized... she thought she was adopted!
This was a first for me. And the twisted part of me that enjoys seeing people embarass themselves kind of enjoyed it, I have to say.
I was like "Oh no, she's all mine. I earned every inch of her, trust me. Her dad is Indian, I guess she looks a little more like her dad than me. But yeah, I've pretty much had her since conception. Thanks."
The poor woman was mortified. Total deer in the headlights. After having babbled on for about a minute she truly had no idea what to say next. I loved it. So funny to me that my in laws actually have expressed nervousness when they take Zoe out in her stroller in the city thinking that people might perceive her as being white and not belonging to them and being suspicious of them (which I think is pretty ridiculous, but they've been subjected to racism their whole life, so I can't blame them for being paranoid).
Little do they know that apparently I'M the one who doesn't match!!
This was a first for me. And the twisted part of me that enjoys seeing people embarass themselves kind of enjoyed it, I have to say.
I was like "Oh no, she's all mine. I earned every inch of her, trust me. Her dad is Indian, I guess she looks a little more like her dad than me. But yeah, I've pretty much had her since conception. Thanks."
The poor woman was mortified. Total deer in the headlights. After having babbled on for about a minute she truly had no idea what to say next. I loved it. So funny to me that my in laws actually have expressed nervousness when they take Zoe out in her stroller in the city thinking that people might perceive her as being white and not belonging to them and being suspicious of them (which I think is pretty ridiculous, but they've been subjected to racism their whole life, so I can't blame them for being paranoid).
Little do they know that apparently I'M the one who doesn't match!!
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