Erin-Erin-Bo-Berin (who has a fantastic blog, as if you didn’t know) posted today some questions, and her responses, that she gets from strangers when she takes her kids out. You know, in public and all that.

I understand how she feels. We get these and then some. I used to talk about it more frequently, but it’s no secret – my kids are adopted. All of them. This makes for some fun encounters with folks.

Picking them up from school:
Child: “Daddy’s here!”
Teacher: *looking for blonde, blue eyed dad*
Myself: “Hi, kiddo, how was your day? And where’s your brother?”
Teacher: *thinking they are catching on, looks for another blonde child*
Brother, who is black with dark curly hair: “Hey dad!”
Teacher: *head spins*

Random encounters:
Stranger: “Are they brothers?”
Myself: “Yes they are!”
Stranger: (thinks to themselves: I need to tell this guy that his wife is apparently sleeping around)

Stranger: “What beautiful hair! Does he get that from his mom?”
Myself: “No, his dad.”
Stranger: *thinks, well, YOU don’t look very black to me..*

We of course get the usual “how do you do it?” and “they are so busy!” comments, because hell, my kids wrote the book on being busy and into everything. One day some early childhood development folks were over at the house (my younger son had some speech delays they were working on) and remarked “You have a very, um, stimulating house!” And that was before the baby came…