"So where are you from?" They ask me, not wanting to be politically incorrect....I tell them Holland, which completely throws them off. HILARIOUS! Then they ask "what nationality are you?" I know what information they are really looking for, but I let them creatively try to figure it out for themselves. I answer "American", which still does not tell them anything. Ha, I love it!! Sometimes I help them out but often I will just leave them hanging, like I am stupid and have no idea what they are talking about. Yup, I love being a little oreo. White mommy, black daddy. Most people will just assume I am Puerto Rican. I can't tell you how many times Hispanic people will start speaking to me in Spanish. No habla espanol dudes! Dutch, sure. German, maybe, but that's it. Once when I went to pick up my son (who looks like a tanned white kid) from kindergarten, the substitute teacher tried to give me a little black girl that was in his class. I told her that she did not belong to me, and if I could please have the little white one in the back. Cracked me up, but I got a little concerned when she lost all ability to speak. I do believe she almost had a stroke and/or a heartattack. Do you think she learned her lesson? What if you don't fit into a box? I certainly don't....Gosh, what is my son going to do, if that boy doesn't grow up with some sort of identity crisis I don't know what! The child is 2 parts white, 1 part Puerto Rican, and 1 part black.Thank goodness most applications started giving the "other" box as an option to place the checkmark in.
So I don't know where I am going with this. No where really. Just thought you would like a glimpse into the life of a littleoreo....
So I don't know where I am going with this. No where really. Just thought you would like a glimpse into the life of a littleoreo....
