(Pours out liquor for the fallen strands….)
It finally happened.
I smugly read other black mom’s accounts of being mistaken for the nanny of their biracial (or even just light skinned) kids, or asked “where did you get them” and other questions of a retarded, racially insensitive mind….I smugly thought, Oh…you’re in —enter random backwards southern state here— and I’m in NYC….that won’t happen to me.
Think again Dani.
I was asked “Is he yours?”
And my answer was “Of course!” in a ….*cough* certain tone… topped off with a look of “are you fuckin stupid, lady?”
You know, afterward I was fuming.
And you also know I had all kindsa good snarky responses that I should’ve given that popped into my head after the rude offender was out of earshot.
ARGH! Why does that happen? I’m gunna have to learn to be more clever on my feet dammit. 🙂
I’m not even gunna go deeper into this episode, cuz I know you’re my people and you already feel me, and already “get it.”
I’m just glad it’s the only encounter I’ve had (so far).
All that said…. I’ve decided, there is a time that I DO want to be mistaken for the nanny.
(Yea, I said it… keep readin’)
We’re taking a cruise/beach vacay in December or January. I’m gunna have both Roey and his lil sister frolicking on the shore, and I hope to be so fit and so trim and soooo whittled in my middle that nobody in their right mind would think I’m the mother of these two little babies. 🙂 #realtalk I want them to see us, then look over at John and wonder if he’s a widower…lol (I’ll have to have them magically not notice the stretch marks….but ssshhhh….leave me to my fantasy.)
I. Cannot. Wait. to be cleared to work out. I’m gunna get a beach body…with BeachBody, lol. Shaun T, Tony Horton, here comes ya girl!