Apparently May is Black Awareness Month in our family.
Today I took the boys to a water spray park for the first time. It was incredibly fun and I forgot my camera in the car so there will be no pictures to accompany this post. Fortunately for us, Luke provided me with a good story.
Imagine me and my two little boys under one tree. Under the tree next to us is a large group of men, women, and children. They all know each other. All the men are wearing wife beaters. Nothing is wrong with wearing a wife beater, I just wanted you to be able to visualize this a little better.
Luke walks in between our two groups, points his finger and loudly says, "Mommy, SHE'S BLACK!! She's black! Her daddy is really black!" I sat there mortified. When I didn't respond, he repeated himself even louder. My response, "That's right and you're white." I'm not sure if that was the best way to address it, but I had to think fast and that was the first thing to come out of my mouth.
We need to get out more.