"You sounded so . . . white!" she cringed.
"I am white," I told her.
"I know you are, but what am I?" she said.
"You're white too, girlfriend."
That shut her up.
I had no idea she had no idea she was white. My boys all figured it out when they were in third grade. My oldest son came home from school one day and asked, "Mom, am I a haole?"
(Haole is what they call us white folk in Hawaii.)
"NO DUH you are!" I told him.
"So junk!" he declared.
It's not the most popular race to be in Hawaii. It's right up there with being Portuguese. Unfortunately I later found out that my great great grandmother who came from India was not actually FROM India. She was FROM Portugal.
You do the math.
"WHAT!?" My son said. "I'm haole AND Portuguese??????"
"Life stinks! GET OVER IT!" I told him.
Point is, my kids are racially sensitive. In fact just yesterday my daughter and I camped out watching the What I Like About You marathon on Teen Nick and all those nasty, naughty, skanky Degrassi commercials kept interrupting my purity.
"Teen Nick is RACEY!" I declared.
"No, it' s not," she said. "IS TOO!" I said. "IS NOT!" she said.
Then we started all-star wrestling on the bed until she pinned me down and said, "There's nothing racial about Teen Nick!"
That's my girl!
But I let's not talk about race. Let's talk about religion. Anyone want to hear about church this week?
Let me know if you want to hear about it and we'll talk about it tomorrow.