Irony

Walking into Home Depot, we saw a Hispanic woman with a brown baby in the basket.

"Mommy, that's not her baby," Rowan announced.

"What? Why isn't that her baby?" I asked.

"Because she's white and her baby's black."

Whoa! Where did that come from? And really baby that woman was definitely not white, but I won't get into that discussion with my four-year-old now. Nor will I engage her in a discussion about Latinos being all the colors of the rainbow.

"Where did you learn that?" I asked.

"From Mrs. Wilson," Rowan answered easily.

A discussion with Mrs. Wilson will be happening tomorrow to see what the real conversation was.

"From Mrs. Wilson?" I questioned.

Rowan nodded her head. "White women have white babies and black women have black babies."

"They do?"

She nodded again and repeated her sentence.

I wondered where she thinks biracial children, like herself come from, or where Irish twin came from. Oh the irony.