http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608 Well... my son did it today... for the first time. I knew this had to come sooner or later, I was just hoping it'd be later.... WAY later. You see, Andrew is not very observant of other people's quirks, looks or habits.&nbsp; He's still young and naive, which I love for the time being.&nbsp; We've never had to discuss the different ethnicities, looks or SIZES before, because it's never been brought up by him.&nbsp; While eating dinner tonight, he took us through our normal routine by asking about everything on his plate, &quot;Mom, is pasta healthy?&quot; &quot;Is bread healthy?&quot;&nbsp;&quot;Daddy, Is milk Healthy?&quot; He apparently&nbsp;had an epiphany that reminded him that they have been studying books in class which are explaining the food groups of the world.&nbsp; He explained how meat, nuts and beans are in the healthy category&nbsp;and french fries and chocolate bars are in the 'Extras' category. &quot;And Mommy, if you eat french fries on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, you're going to get big and FAT!&quot; And there it was.... he said fat.&nbsp; I have not been looking forward to this day.&nbsp; I dread the time when I'll hear in a grocery store, &quot;Mommy, that man is fat!&quot; And how am I supposed to respond to that? I felt safer when he would have just called the man 'big'. Then I could cover his tracks by saying &quot;yes he is very tall honey. And when you're older, you'll be tall too&quot; Fat just has such a negative connotation attached to it!&nbsp; Heaven forbid the child ever calls me fat. The closest he's been was calling me a cow when I was asking Kaitlynn to &quot;moooooove&quot;. I know some of you have some entertaining stories where your children have embarassed you in public. Mine have done the same to me, but it's usually with crying and fighting, not pointing out the obvious about strangers in passing. So please share!! *As a side note, I'd like to add, that mentally I am celebrating BIG TIME tonight! He finally learned to tie his shoes and I must say he does a pretty darn good job! We've been working with him off and on all through Kindergarten and his teacher is testing for report cards this week, so I'm thrilled that she will be able to mark that he accomplished tying his shoes this year!* And that's me taking the good with the bad :) Well... my son did it today... for the first time. I knew this had to come sooner or later, I was just hoping it'd be later.... WAY later. You see, Andrew is not very observant of other people's quirks, looks or habits.&nbsp; He's still young and naive, which I love for the time being.&nbsp; We've never had to discuss the different ethnicities, looks or SIZES before, because it's never been brought up by him.&nbsp; While eating dinner tonight, he took us through our normal routine by asking about everything on his plate, &quot;Mom, is pasta healthy?&quot; &quot;Is bread healthy?&quot;&nbsp;&quot;Daddy, Is milk Healthy?&quot; He apparently&nbsp;had an epiphany that reminded him that they have been studying books in class which are explaining the food groups of the world.&nbsp; He explained how meat, nuts and beans are in the healthy category&nbsp;and french fries and chocolate bars are in the 'Extras' category. &quot;And Mommy, if you eat french fries on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, you're going to get big and FAT!&quot; And there it was.... he said fat.&nbsp; I have not been looking forward to this day.&nbsp; I dread the time when I'll hear in a grocery store, &quot;Mommy, that man is fat!&quot; And how am I supposed to respond to that? I felt safer when he would have just called the man 'big'. Then I could cover his tracks by saying &quot;yes he is very tall honey. And when you're older, you'll be tall too&quot; Fat just has such a negative connotation attached to it!&nbsp; Heaven forbid the child ever calls me fat. The closest he's been was calling me a cow when I was asking Kaitlynn to &quot;moooooove&quot;. I know some of you have some entertaining stories where your children have embarassed you in public. Mine have done the same to me, but it's usually with crying and fighting, not pointing out the obvious about strangers in passing. So please share!! *As a side note, I'd like to add, that mentally I am celebrating BIG TIME tonight! He finally learned to tie his shoes and I must say he does a pretty darn good job! We've been working with him off and on all through Kindergarten and his teacher is testing for report cards this week, so I'm thrilled that she will be able to mark that he accomplished tying his shoes this year!* And that's me taking the good with the bad :) en-us 35.355663 -119.093823 <p>1.We went to a baby shower for my cousin's wife and their was another female friend there talking in our little conversation circle.  I was holding Holly, who pointed at our other friend and said, "She has a baby in her tummy, too, Daddy!"</p> <p>Whoops.</p> <p>Everyone pretended they didn't hear it including me, which if course is impossible.  My daughter has yet to be accused of being soft-spoken.</p> <p>I quickly decided Holly needed to go to the bathroom, or any other excuse to remove her from the scene without having her say it again because I didn't respond.</p> <p>2.  We were waiting to pick up my son from kindergarten, when Holly looked at one of the other dads who is black, but has very conspicuous white or albino birthmarks on his face.  Holly said, "Dad, that man got paint all over his face!"</p> <p>At first I felt bad, but the dad laughed at the innocence of it.  I explained to her that in a way, yes he did.  God painted him that way, which of course inspired the "why?" question.  None of you have ever gotten that question before have you.  :-)  So I went into the whole everyone is different speech and she was satisfied with that.</p> http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_237659 http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_237659 <p>1.We went to a baby shower for my cousin's wife and their was another female friend there talking in our little conversation circle.  I was holding Holly, who pointed at our other friend and said, "She has a baby in her tummy, too, Daddy!"</p> <p>Whoops.</p> <p>Everyone pretended they didn't hear it including me, which if course is impossible.  My daughter has yet to be accused of being soft-spoken.</p> <p>I quickly decided Holly needed to go to the bathroom, or any other excuse to remove her from the scene without having her say it again because I didn't respond.</p> <p>2.  We were waiting to pick up my son from kindergarten, when Holly looked at one of the other dads who is black, but has very conspicuous white or albino birthmarks on his face.  Holly said, "Dad, that man got paint all over his face!"</p> <p>At first I felt bad, but the dad laughed at the innocence of it.  I explained to her that in a way, yes he did.  God painted him that way, which of course inspired the "why?" question.  None of you have ever gotten that question before have you.  :-)  So I went into the whole everyone is different speech and she was satisfied with that.</p> <p>1.  A very short man (but not a litlte person) walked by us.  My daughter greets him, "Hi Little Man!"</p> <p> </p> http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_237686 http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_237686 <p>1.  A very short man (but not a litlte person) walked by us.  My daughter greets him, "Hi Little Man!"</p> <p> </p> <p>I have sooooo many stories, sooooo little time!&nbsp; My oldest (who was 4 ish at the time) pointed to a very large man standing in&nbsp;the bank line behind us and said, &quot;Look mom, that man is SO&nbsp;BIG and he needs to&nbsp;exercise!&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp;I wanted to die, shrink into the floor, slither away....you name it!&nbsp;&nbsp;I kindly explaned to my&nbsp;dear child that God makes us all different sizes,&nbsp;shapes and&nbsp;colors, and that it is not nice to point out that someone is different.&nbsp; (Especially not so loudly and pointing too!)&nbsp; Of course, my son said, &quot;But, mom!&nbsp; He is really Fat - isn't he?&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So, I then leaned over to my son, and said...&quot;Please&nbsp;stop saying that!&nbsp; You are embarassing me and&nbsp;being rude!&quot;&nbsp; I apologized to&nbsp;the gentleman behind us and he was actually very nice about it all.&nbsp; He chuckled&nbsp;and said, &quot;Hey buddy, thanks for the&nbsp;reminder to start exercising again. I've gotten away from the gym and need to get back...&quot;&nbsp; (Or something to that&nbsp;effect.)&nbsp;&nbsp;Many more, but,&nbsp;gotta pick up the oldest from Kindergarten!&nbsp; More later.&nbsp;</p> http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_237998 http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_237998 <p>I have sooooo many stories, sooooo little time!&nbsp; My oldest (who was 4 ish at the time) pointed to a very large man standing in&nbsp;the bank line behind us and said, &quot;Look mom, that man is SO&nbsp;BIG and he needs to&nbsp;exercise!&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp;I wanted to die, shrink into the floor, slither away....you name it!&nbsp;&nbsp;I kindly explaned to my&nbsp;dear child that God makes us all different sizes,&nbsp;shapes and&nbsp;colors, and that it is not nice to point out that someone is different.&nbsp; (Especially not so loudly and pointing too!)&nbsp; Of course, my son said, &quot;But, mom!&nbsp; He is really Fat - isn't he?&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So, I then leaned over to my son, and said...&quot;Please&nbsp;stop saying that!&nbsp; You are embarassing me and&nbsp;being rude!&quot;&nbsp; I apologized to&nbsp;the gentleman behind us and he was actually very nice about it all.&nbsp; He chuckled&nbsp;and said, &quot;Hey buddy, thanks for the&nbsp;reminder to start exercising again. I've gotten away from the gym and need to get back...&quot;&nbsp; (Or something to that&nbsp;effect.)&nbsp;&nbsp;Many more, but,&nbsp;gotta pick up the oldest from Kindergarten!&nbsp; More later.&nbsp;</p> <p>yeah, my list could go on and on.&nbsp; I have to say the funniest, in retrospect, was the time at costco when he noticed a middle eastern man with the turban on his head.&nbsp; Ethan said, &quot;Um, excuse me man.&nbsp; You're supposed to hang your towel on the bar in the bathroom.&nbsp; Not keep wearing it all day.&quot;</p> <p>cuz i have a towel wrapped around my hair every morning to dry it and then i hang it on the rack.&nbsp; he's made a LOT of comments.&nbsp; his favorite, &quot;Mommy, is that a boy or girl?&quot;&nbsp; usually directed at women with short hair.</p> <p>now, he just has that look.&nbsp; that inquisitive look and if i catch it in time, all i have to say is, &quot;NO! Don't ask, don't speak, wait until we get in the car.&quot;</p> http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_238102 http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_238102 <p>yeah, my list could go on and on.&nbsp; I have to say the funniest, in retrospect, was the time at costco when he noticed a middle eastern man with the turban on his head.&nbsp; Ethan said, &quot;Um, excuse me man.&nbsp; You're supposed to hang your towel on the bar in the bathroom.&nbsp; Not keep wearing it all day.&quot;</p> <p>cuz i have a towel wrapped around my hair every morning to dry it and then i hang it on the rack.&nbsp; he's made a LOT of comments.&nbsp; his favorite, &quot;Mommy, is that a boy or girl?&quot;&nbsp; usually directed at women with short hair.</p> <p>now, he just has that look.&nbsp; that inquisitive look and if i catch it in time, all i have to say is, &quot;NO! Don't ask, don't speak, wait until we get in the car.&quot;</p> <p>My daughter is 3, so havn't had too many of these yet.&nbsp; But 2 do stick out.&nbsp; One was in a store,&nbsp; Z-Rock was in the cart, and in front of us was a little black girl with her hair made into a lot of little braids.&nbsp; From Z's view point, she could only see the back of the other girls head, thus only her hair.&nbsp; She said 'look daddy, a puppy!'</p> <p>The other one was when we were sitting at a Bible study and the pastors wife was next to me.&nbsp; Z looked over and said 'is that a boy?'</p> http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_238138 http://www.raisingbakersfield.com/home/Blog/Christina/26608/#c_238138 <p>My daughter is 3, so havn't had too many of these yet.&nbsp; But 2 do stick out.&nbsp; One was in a store,&nbsp; Z-Rock was in the cart, and in front of us was a little black girl with her hair made into a lot of little braids.&nbsp; From Z's view point, she could only see the back of the other girls head, thus only her hair.&nbsp; She said 'look daddy, a puppy!'</p> <p>The other one was when we were sitting at a Bible study and the pastors wife was next to me.&nbsp; Z looked over and said 'is that a boy?'</p>