Today Hunter went to a very nice birthday party for one of his preschool friends. It was in a very fancy neighborhood with mostly very white people. Nice, wonderful people. I didn’t think about it too much, but I of course immediately surveyed the crowd to see if I was the only darkie. There were a couple more who were at least not white and blonde, but I don’t know what they were and didn’t really care to talk about it. I just wanted to have a nice time with my family. Which I did. I did get a grin when all the tow headed little boys with little white boy names like, well, Hunter were all gathered around the birthday boy opening presents. He blended right in.
When the party was over, we were all walking to the car. I said to Hunter, “Did you have a good time with all your little Y friends?” You see, he met all these kids while attending preschool at the YMCA. My husband says, “Oh God I thought you were gonna say all your little white friends. I was like geez I know but can you at least wait until we get in the car?” HIlarious.