My oldest grand daughter is 1/2 Mexican (gorgeous curly hair, brown eyes, and skin that tans in 5 minutes). While accompanying me in my car, she decided to enlighten me on the diversity of her culture. The conversation went like this:
"Nana?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"Do you remember our TV in our room?"
(I panic, thinking she is going to ask me the brand name, or something specific about it, when in reality, I just know its there and that it keeps the kids quiet when Amy needs a break). "Sure I do."
"Well, it broke. So daddy when to a thrift store and bought another one. But in three days, it stopped working. So daddy sold it."
By this point, Im not really listening....although Im ashamed to admit, I got bored with the converation as soon as she said it was bought at a thrift store. So I half heartedly say, "Is that right? Hmmm?"
Then she says, "So I asked mommy why daddy would sell a TV to someone if it wasnt working in the first place, and mommy said 'because thats what Mexicans do.' "
I almost had to pull over because I was laughing so hard. I need to start paying closer attention to what the child says....I could be missing some good stuff.
