I guess it’s time to start thinking about how to address race with Hazel.
Me : hazel, what did you want for dinner?
Hazel : sushi!
African-american lady next to us, joking: Pizza!
Me: hmm, that sounds good, what do you think Hazel?
Hazel: sushi. But that brown lady said pizza??
Me : uh, Hazel, that’s not a polite way to talk about people. (flustered)
Hazel: But her face is brown?
Lady gave a laugh and an "it’s ok, kids will be kids" smile.
Hazel had a poetry assignment for school. They had to create a book with a certain number of different styles of poems, including haikus, cinquain, diamante, ballads, ode, and elegy.
We did Tuesday tacos, and Margot was playing with my phone while we waited. She said she was trying to look mysterious.
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It had been quiet for awhile, so I went and checked on Margot. She was quietly making a mess peeling paper of crayons, one of her favorite hobbies.
Margot just said " me, bed". Then she collected her toys, and went in her room for a nap. Such an easy kid.
