I don't feel like working, so a story (remember we live in ultra-liberal Northern Virginia]

icked up my daughter (8 years old, 3rd grader) from her friends house last night. At one point as we were leaving, we were making small-talk, and the mom was talking about having difficulty in finding good books to read with her kids. My daughter pipes up with "We just finished to Kill a Mockingbird, and it was pretty good." Then she started to ramble a little, and said that she liked the book more than the movie because the movie was a little slow.The mom asked if the movie was just like the book.My daughter: "Yeah, except in the courtroom scene, in the book, the black guy had a mangled arm, and in the movie it wasn't mangled. That was a little confusing."The mom: "The African American Man." (it wasn't a question).My daughter: [blinks] "huh?"The mom: "You said black guy. You mean the African American man."My daughter: [Looks at me . . . I shrug.] "Um. I guess."The mom: [smiles] "There now."Awkward silence.Me: "Ok, sport, ready to go?"My daughter: [blinks again. And then--I swear--gives me the stink-eye.] "Yeah . . . sure dad."