The 8 (most) FAQ about my biracial children AND the 8 answers they never saw coming—
(plus 2 bonus comments and the responses they elicited)
- Q: Who she get them blue eyes from?
A: She got em from Massa
- Q: Who baby you done stole?
A: I found her in a basket down by the Nile river, don’t tell nobody, ok?
- Q: She so pretty, she mixed?
A: Are you?
- Q: What she mixed wit?
A: Puppy and dolphin
- Q: Where did she get all that curly hair?
A: It’s a wig, she’s really a boy
- Q: Oooh, who her daddy is?
A: Jesus
- Q: Her daddy white?
A: I don’t know, I took her out of somebody’s shopping basket
- Q: That’s yo baby?
A: No, it’s my puppy.
Bonus 1: “What a beautiful child. You must be so proud”
“Yes’sum, and Massa is too!”
Bonus 2: “Oh my, she’s so neat and clean”
“Thank you ma’am, I tries real hard.”
Moral of this story:
Don’t come for me if I don’t send for you!
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