“He is SO cute! What is he?”
I looked at the woman blankly for a second. I had a feeling I knew what she meant, but I still asked, “What do you mean?”
She stared back at me with a smile on her face and eventually asked, “What’s his ethnicity?”
We were standing at the sink in the restroom of a restaurant where my family and I were just finishing lunch. We were looking at each other in the mirror as I hoisted up my son to the sink and held his hands under the faucet to wash them. Continue reading