What is she? Cute as a button, that’s what!
When we’re oot ‘n’ aboot, my daughter’s appearance garners many inquisitive stares. Because of her fair complexion and silken hair, passersby sometimes try to discern without asking outright if there’s a familial connection. Aisha has inherited my prominent forehead and mischievous expressions, so more often than not, they realize that she’s mine. And since it’s pretty obvious that she is of mixed race, people often really want to know which one(s).
It’s because of her eyes.
This conversation just happened between me and the boy…
Her: Babe, would you carry a diaper bag?
Her: Like, if you had to take Peanut out for a walk one day, would you carry her supplies in a diaper bag? Not like the one my mother got me – but perhaps a cross-body type thing? Like a mail bag, perhaps?
Him: Never thought about it.
Her: *Googles* Like this? It also comes in grey:
Him: What? Oh my God! (bursts into laughter)
Her: What? It’s a bag, not a PURSE.
Her: (exasperated) Have you never carried anything but a knapsack in your life?
Her: (fed up) Oh, grow up. And be happy I’m not suggesting that bag in this pattern:
Him: I like the first one.