I hate racism.
And I'm not going to get into it here on the ol' blog because this is supposed to be my happy place.
Anyway. Let's just say it's not welcome at our house. And it certainly isn't taught in our house.
Any of you Internets out there with children will understand this story. Because no matter what is taught in your homes, the kids? Well, they pick things up, don't they?
So I was sitting at the computer last night, writing recipes and Noodle was playing with her dollies, which I was pretty much tuning out because that crazy Noodle does a lot of talking and role-playing when she plays. And we Parents? We get pretty good at the tuning out of the children, am I right ladies?
So since I was tuning most of her "conversation" out, I only heard the tail end of her "labeling" session.
This is what I heard, but I missed the first label for Sarah:
"Nicky? You're the clumsiest"
Nicky has a cast on and is in a wheel chair, so I get it. Nicky is looking a little clumsy these days.
"Baby? You're just the cutest!"
Baby is - well, she's the baby of the bunch. So, while it's arguable? She could conceivably be the cutest.
"Josephina? You're the Mexicanist"
"And I'm just Normal!"
Apparently, we've got some work to do.
ps. I have a photo, but blogger is acting up. I'll try to add it later.
(***edited to add: Okay, right this very minute she's making play-doh tamales. So I'm starting to feel a little better. Just a little, though.)