Malachi and I are in St. Louis today for his cleft team meeting. It’s an annual event. A day we don’t enjoy,because it’s long and tiring, but we look forward to because we usually get to spend time with some dear friends.
I detest the registration process. They call me up ask for I.d. Insurance etc. And go through the drill.
“Relation to the child?”
Wondering if they’ll believe me I say, I answer:
Then we get to “race”?
First I’m thinking
then I’m thinking
“it’s none of your stinkin business”
So with a little snark in my voice, I tell her.
A minute later I apologize and explain that I think it’s a ridiculous question that is nobody’s business because he’s human just like me.
“I’d rather people think of him as a person. ”
She looks like Malachi and says she understands.
And society wonders why we can’t get along.
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