General Malaise
Footballguy
Our next door neighbors have an adopted son named Nathan who is black. He is my sons' best friend and they've been pals since all three of them were in diapers. He's a terrific kid, always at our house and my daughter absolutely adores him. We call him "Natie" (rhymes with "Haiti") and so Hazel, who is quite loquacious for 20-month old but can't quite pronounce his full name, lovingly calls him "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee". When she sees him outside or walking down the street, she yells out "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" and runs up to give him a hug. He's a cool kid, but not too cool to stop whatever he's doing and play with her.
We had our first soccer game Saturday morning and Hazel was there to cheer us on. As most of you know, Oregon is not a very diverse state. It's a good place for albinos to fit in and when the Blazers play on the road, the population of African Americans drops by 50%. So the soccer game was standard fare: 8 vs 8 with slow moving, moderately athletic white kids chasing a soccer ball around the pitch. However, the opposing team had a black kid who was all over the field and when Hazel noticed him, she started screaming out "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" every time she saw him. The poor kid was perplexed every time he got near the sideline, this little girl was pointing at him and yell "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" as if he was supposed to know who she was.
So anyhow, I had to have the "They don't all look alike" conversation with her much earlier than I had anticipated in life.
tl;dr, I'm raising a racist.
We had our first soccer game Saturday morning and Hazel was there to cheer us on. As most of you know, Oregon is not a very diverse state. It's a good place for albinos to fit in and when the Blazers play on the road, the population of African Americans drops by 50%. So the soccer game was standard fare: 8 vs 8 with slow moving, moderately athletic white kids chasing a soccer ball around the pitch. However, the opposing team had a black kid who was all over the field and when Hazel noticed him, she started screaming out "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" every time she saw him. The poor kid was perplexed every time he got near the sideline, this little girl was pointing at him and yell "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" as if he was supposed to know who she was.
So anyhow, I had to have the "They don't all look alike" conversation with her much earlier than I had anticipated in life.
tl;dr, I'm raising a racist.
I feel like taking Ambien and hibernating until May.