on open-mindedness, multi-cultural ism... should i be proud? or slightly concerned....
S has been volunteering in the toddler room at school... she is crazy about one little boy in particular and tells me cute stories about him....
S: "mom, you should have seen Enzo today. he is so cute. do you know what? he can speak german!"
me: "cool. his parents must speak to him in german at home."
S: "yep, they do. his mom is from spain. you know what? people are like dogs. you can breed them with people from different countries and then you have a beautiful child."
on stranger danger... combined with a little paranoia....
D: "mom, be careful. there is a bad man following us."
me: "where? and how do you know he is following us?
D: "i have been watching him. he has been behind us for 2 lights!"
me: "how do you know he is bad?"
D: "because he has a black car, black glasses, tiny circle silver earrings, red hair and a black watch. and because he is smoking!"
