Checking out of the grocery store, I noticed the bag boy eyeing my two adopted children.
They often draw scrutiny, since my son’s a blond Russian, while my daughter has shiny black Haitian skin.
The boy continued staring as he carried our groceries to the car. Finally, he asked, “Those your kids?”
“They sure are,” I said with pride.
“They adopted?”
“Yes,” I replied.
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“I thought so,” he concluded. “I figured you’re too old to have kids that small.
I took my 7-year-old son to the zoo today…
I took my seven-year-old son to the zoo today.
We were walking around and soon he said, “Look, Dad! It’s a frickin’ Elephant!”
I was shocked and slightly angry, as everybody was looking at us.
“What did you just call it?” I asked.
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“It’s a frickin’ Elephant, it says so on the picture!” he said, and so it did, A F R I C A N Elephant.
