It hadn’t happened to me before. I know fellow mommy bloggers have dealt with The Question, both from complete strangers and from their own children. But this was my inaugural query.
The question came from the grocery check-out lady the other night. I had taken BabyMuffin and slipped him in a sling while I shopped. Nestled against me, he was feeling secure and was flirting with anyone and everyone. The check-out lady was cooing at BabyMuffin when she abruptly asked me this question.
I was taken aback, much in the same way I am when people ask me where I am from (um, I was born in New York, raised in northern Virginia). But I answered her honestly, “Yes, his father is Caucasian.”
It didn’t bother me per se, but I was surprised. I genuinely wanted to know why she asked, or why it mattered, but I didn’t want to come across as rude in turning the questions back to her.
So I don’t know if I handled it correctly or well. What do you think?
