Lovey Loverpants was strollering Baby Girl in front of me on our way through a part of our neighborhood where the fruit loop per capita is at least 4 to 1 and one vagrant street dweller took note of the disparate beauties of LL and BG and noted aloud, "That girl has blue eyes!" "Because she's mine!" I said.
This scenario is played out at least once a day. Same dance, different day.
Do you know how tough it is going to be to raise a humble child? Do you have ANY idea how hard it is going to be to keep her from vanity? Do I even have a prayer?
Baby Girl unpacking her suitcase of biracial beauty.