We met an adorable African-American 2-year-old named Lila last night at a restaurant -- she was quite talkative and shared her name and age happily. She was there with her white parents.
My kids noticed her immediately, and Zoe said, "I think she's adopted." I agreed that that was likely, but I asked why she thought so. Of course, it was the mismatch between parents and child. So I said, "I bet people look at us and think you're adopted for the same reason."
Zoe was insistent that that wasn't true -- people probably just think she has a Chinese dad or maybe a grandparent who is Asian! "Why, then," I ask, "are you so sure Lila is adopted? Maybe she has an African-American grandparent." That provoked eye-rolling and the mom-is-an-idiot voice: "I just KNOW!" Oooo-kay. Hard to argue with that one.
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