“Yes,” Ken said.
“Are they adopted?”
The woman had waved down Ken as he walked the dogs. She wanted to know if he was the same dad she had seen a few days earlier with two little girls. After he answered her questions, she went on and on about how beautiful Simone and Nadia are, how she could see the love of God through them and how they are proof that God is great.
I have to admit I’m leery of folks who spend way too much time talking about the appearance of our girls. Simone and Nadia are more than what’s on the outside.
Ken said he was surprised the woman was not embarrassed for asking the questions. She rambled on, and he couldn’t get a word in. That means the woman doesn’t know Simone and Nadia’s mother is black. Hmpfff!
Such questions are rude and unnecessary. They say more about the person who is asking them and prove we do not live in a post-racial society. Still, Ken and I laughed. He experienced what it feels like when strangers ask me such questions. It only took five years, six months and two lovely tans.