Friday Funny...

Kid's Say the Damndest Things Part 1: So on my second day off of the week, a lot of times Logan and I will go to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast. He really likes the chocolate sprinkled donuts and I am usually in desperate need of caffeine. (Not unlike any other morning, but this is our little special bond-o time with just mommy and Logan.) He tells daddy (Jayk) to stay at home as we leave and that "we'll be right back, you stay there," and off we go.

I love doing this with him because it's fun one on one time with him and he is always so happy and talkative. As he eats his chocolate sprinkled donut we review our colors by naming each color of the sprinkles. He's fantastic at this and it pleases him so much that all of my attention is purely focused on him and how brilliant he is.

Here comes the first cute but funny moment this morning:

A man walks in who has a shaved head, not completely bald, like daddy just a little fuzz, and is wearing a grey t-shirt and green shorts (which is what Jayk had on before we left). He's tall but not quite as big as Jayk. Logan smiles and says, "Look mommy! It's a daddy!" I smile and tell him, "He LOOKS like daddy, but that's not daddy silly." Logan was obviously embarrassed as this was the first time I ever see him blush. The man was sweet about it and just laughed. No one is really awake at 7:30 AM over the age of 15 in this place.

We go back to naming the colors of his sprinkles. He's ecstatic and is diving face first into his donut rather than picking it up and eating it. I am purely entertained just by watching him because every time he gets chocolate on his face or hands, he asks me for the napkin to clean up. He HATES being messy. Absorbing his surroundings he’s asking me, "What's that mommy?" as he points to everything in the store. Breakfast moves on. We go round and round with posters of coffee, donuts, trash cans etc. He's just taking it all in when...

Funny moment number 2:

A man walks in with his son. Logan, who LOVES other kids smiles huge and says, "Look mommy! It's a boy!" I respond with, "Yes baby, you see another little boy with his daddy?" He responds with, "Yea mommy! It's a brown boy!" My son is three (pictured above). At this point, the man he called daddy almost shoots coffee out of his nose, and I wanted to crawl under the table and hide! The worst part of it is he keeps repeating it! "It's a brown boy mommy! Look!" I was trying so hard not to laugh, I just shoved some donut in his mouth and said, "Good job with your colors baby, but we don't say that. It's not very nice." He just looks at me so hurt and confused and says, "Ok Mommy. I'm sorry." He thought he was just going over colors still! Needless to say, the man and his son did not look upset thank goodness, but it was mommy's turn to blush!

I live in South Carolina. This is not the first time that my son has seen an African American. On the way home I try to figure out a way to explain race to my son. I still think it's hilarious, but at the same time I don't want him to think that he did something horrible by saying that. He was just simply stating a color he saw. He has African American kids in his class at school, so I know it was innocent in the way he said what he said at Dunkin Donuts.

As South Carolina was one of the Confederate states, African Americans are very sensitive here in Charleston still today. I was just fortunate that the man and his son were not the extremely sensitive type and knew that my son did not mean anything negative by what he said. I may not be so lucky next time! Any tips on how to avoid a possible confrontation next time? I'm not exaggerating; they get really pissed down here about that kind of stuff, even if it is a three year old being innocent. Another reason I really dislike the south. Ugh!

On the way home, I tried to explain to him that yes, the little boy's skin was brown however, we do not say that. He's a little boy, just like Logan and that he is just darker than us. I continue to tell him that he might make someone like the little boy sad by saying that. He just looks at me with his big blues and says, "Oh. Ok. I'm sorry mommy." He still feels as though he's done something horrible. Call my son sensitive, but I felt so bad! What do I do if something like this happens again?!

Even though it could have turned out very badly which I'm happy it didn't, I still relish these insanely humorous, innocent moments. ;)