We were at the indoor playground at the mall, MoMo was running around, and I was rocking NaNa in her car seat. A precocious little girl with big blue eyes and dimples skipped up to me and said, "She doesn't go with you."
I smiled at her, and said, "Yes, she does."
Girl, looking at NaNa and then at me: But she's black.
Me: Yes she is. Do you know what adoption is?
Girl, looking puzzled: No.
Me: When a mommy won't take care of her babies, and someone else does, they call that adoption.
She skips off to the slide. Convo over.
I told Blue Eyes' parents about our little conversation before we left. They were really apologetic. I assured them that I wasn't offended, but that I wanted to let them know in case the subject came up later.
Still makes me smile a little, even though we haven't adopted the babies, it was the easiest way I could think to explain it on the spur of the moment.
ba-deep ba-deep ba-deep . . .
6 years ago