I have to share an Alex story from the other night.
The four of us were sitting down to dinner when Alex asked Lorenzo, "Dad, are you Mexican American?"
"Yes, Alex and so are you," Lorenzo responded with a smile.
So, Alex turned to me and said, "So, Mom, you're African American, right?"
Trying to suppress a smile, "No, Alex I am not African American."
"What are you, Mom?"
"They call me Caucasian. But, I am mostly English, German and American Indian."
"Well, I told Trey you were African American," Alex said very matter of factly. "I'll have to tell him the truth tomorrow."
"That's fine Alex. Why were you talking about this?," Lorenzo asked.
"We just were," with all the sincerity of a 7 year old.
"Alex, do you know what an African American would look like?" I asked.
"I guess not mom."
"Do you remember Brendan from soccer?"
"Hmm, how about Condeleza Rice?"
"Yeah, she went to Notre Dame and works for the President, Mom."
"She is African American, Alex."
And he went on to finish his dinner. Who knew that explaining "race" would be so easy?
Alex announced that he has received his first love note.
Sunday, after church, Pam, Meghan, Alex and I were in Starbucks enjoying a morning beverage. (I highly recommend the Cinnamon Dolce Latte - they taste like a cinnamon roll!)
"Mom, I got a love note."
"What?!", as Cinnamon Dolce Latte comes dangerously close to coming out of my nose.
"I got a love note."
"Who gave it to you?"
"What did it say?"
"Do you want to call her?"
"Do you like her?"
"No, she likes Purdue." This couldn't have been more frank!
At that point, Pam was about to lose her non-fat upside down caramel machiato through her nose.
Yes, it's ND or nowhere.
Too bad for Haley Hicks.