Last night I was at another fast food restaurant with a play area with Leila...(do you see a theme in my life? It's really not that often, but it seems to be lately.) Anyway, as I'm ordering, Leila is standing on the floor next to me. This is how the conversation went:
Worker: Is that your daughter?
Worker: Is she adopted? Or is her dad....? (her words trail off to nothing)
(My thoughts: Or is her dad what? Black, Polynesian, Hispanic? Or is her dad a sperm donor that I picked from the bank and asked for chocolate flavored?)
Me: She looks like her dad. Her dad is Samoan.
Worker: Oh. (as she smiles sheepishly. She was kind of embarrassed.)
I thought it was hilarious. Because let's be honest, Leila looks nothing like me. I know this. I am actually surprised that for as many stores as I take her to, that no one else has asked before this!