Dear neighbors.
Today on the way home from the playground we ran into Brian, aka Looky Daddy, and his clan. Henry had his t-shirt hiked up so that the headhole was circling his face. He asked Sharon, aka Mrs. Looky Daddy (I think she's going to pummel me for calling her that, but oh well) if he looked cool, and she observed that he looked like a "white ninja." Because the t-shirt was white, you see. I believe she might have said something about white ninjas being the coolest, or extra-super dangerous. Something.
So when my son was running down the block, shouting, "White ninjas are the best! If you want to be a good ninja, you have to be a white ninja! WHITE NINJAS RULE"? That was why.
Just so we're clear on that.










August 24, 2008
Reader Comments (28)
(you might want to spell-check that link there)
Though the shirt is cheaper, and perhaps, more kid-friendly:http://store.reallifecomics.com/cart.php?target=product&product_id=4&category_id=1
;)
You are making me wish I could write my complex explanations of my child's questionable behavior and have it float over my head somehow. Like a written disclaimer.
For some reason, when I try to give the spoken disclaimer, it always sounds so pathetic and lame. I tend to need a lot of words, for one. But by the time I've laid out the whole scenario explaining her inadvertently offensive or problematic actions the hearer is already looking at me suspiciously.
I need one of those scrolling textboxes floating under me like they have on Fox News to put in my excuses and explanations to the world, my constant, constant constant explanations.
And Uncle Paul was never left alone with the children again.
In case you're wondering....no matter how much you pray, the floors won't actually open up and swallow you.
See, at that age this stuff is still cute & funny.
Walking down a hiking trail, with your 10 year old giving a detailed audio-representation of the sounds she heard coming from Mom and Dad's room last night....not so cute or funny.
I immediately realized that I was a moron and ran to my supervisor and explained that I was a moron and couldn't believe I said such a stupid thing. (She laughed and said no one would think I was a racist ... I still don't believe her. What kind of person says such a thing.)
My face says the stupidest things sometimes.
My son (from a previous relationship) teases my daughter (a half-Filipina) and tells her she's not white. Often it happens in the middle of the mall. He's screaming, "You're not even white!" and she's screaming, "Me is white!" Yep. Pretty embarrassing.
He has friends of all colors, and will often talk about their skin colors. We are pink. Jack is pink. Sean is beige. Kai is brown. And so on.
Awkward, but also sort of cute. Also, I really don't think we're technically pink...