2 Snippets from the Weekend

1. Saturday morning the five of us were at Bounce U. It has been ages since we’ve been there, but Braydon had bought super cheap tickets for the bambinos via Groupon, and it was just as great as ever. K, O, and M were tight together jumping and sliding like there was no tomorrow. At one point a woman approached me – another mom with her family at Bounce U, white, 39 years old (she told me), outgoing, attractive, and self-confident, with two cute little kids about the same age as mine. She comes right up to me and says, “Are those your kids?,” pointing to K, O, and M. I said, “Yes.” She says, “You have a beautiful family! Oh my God! Your family is just so beautiful! You adopted them?” I gave my standard answer: “Well, we adopted our boys, and our daughter is a biological child.” Her response was over-the-top; “Oh my God! You are amazing for doing that! Wow! I just can’t believe it! I can’t stop looking at your family! I heard your boys calling you ‘Mom’ and I just thought, ‘Oh my God, that is amazing! That is so cool! That is totally incredible’” Etc., Etc., Etc. She went on and on. She was clearly sort of mind-blown about the whole thing and asked a lot of questions about how old the boys were when we adopted them, from where, how they get along with Meera, etc. (Typical stuff that we regularly get). After a couple minutes I made a point to politely step away and move back toward my family. About a half hour later, she came right back up to me again. She walks right up to me and says, “Oh my God, I just can’t stop looking at your family! You have a beautiful family and I just can’t really get my mind around it.” And here is where it gets interesting… she then said something I have never heard from anyone before (sometimes I think I’ve heard it all, and then something unprecedented happens…)…. she looks right at me and says, “I mean, you and your husband are just so Caucasian!”  I’m not sure at all what she meant by it, I just know that that was a new one.

2. Today we were out to lunch at Red Robin, using a gift certificate that I had received for Christmas from K, O, and M. Toward the end of our meal, a server (who was not our server) approached our table. She was gorgeous, bright faced-bright eyed, jet black hair, and creamy light brown skin, with incredible eyes. She looked about 20, was clearly bi-racial (black and white), and appeared to have all the self-esteem in the world. She comes right up, very confidently, and asks, “Are they twins?” We said, “Yes.” And she proceeds to compliment the three bambinos, saying how “cute” they are, and how “awesome they all get along” and how she “just couldn’t help but notice us.” It was sweet and cheery and lovely and light. I look across the table and Owen is looking up at her, just totally 100% mesmerized by this young woman. (Understandably… again… she was drop-dead-gorgeous.) We chatted for just a minute and she was about to leave to continue working when out of the clear blue Owen says, straight to her, “I know what I’m going to be when I grow up.” I have never heard him say anything like this out of the blue like that, so it immediately caught my attention. She says, right to him, their eyes locked, “Oh really?!” And then he says [NO KIDDING, I’M 100% SERIOUS…]—  “I’m going to be with you!” I think my jaw just about dropped to the floor. She flushed red, and giggled, and said something to me like, “Oh my God! That’s, like, seriously, the best pick-up line I’ve ever heard! You’re going to be IN TROUBLE SOMEDAY!” I flushed red too. I could not believe that my 6-year-old son had just said it. I said something to her along the lines of, “No kidding! I think we’re already in trouble!” And she then said to Owen, “Well, I’m 20, and you’re 6, so it is a while to wait, but I can wait for you! I really can! I think you’d be worth the wait!” This kind of went over his head, and we all laughed together, and said goodbye, she went on to serve her tables, and we soon left. I said to Owen, “Owen! Did you think she was beautiful, or what?!” He said, “Yes, she was. But I know I’m not going to actually be with her when I grow up. So maybe I shouldn’t have said it, but I just know I’m going to be with someone like her when I grow up.” And the thing is, I’m sure he is—he’ll be with some gorgeous, self-confident, dark-skinned beauty of a beauty. I just know it. But, right now, at age 6 – seriously?— “I know what I’m going to be when I grow up. I’m going to be with you!” – ??? Holy Toledo! I truly have no idea where he got that, or how he came up with it. All I know is that we’ve got our hands full with this one!