Today, the day the nation buried her greatest son and the world paid tribute to a giant amongst men, I had my strangest encounter ever.
I had taken Ben and Emma to the toilet at old Nick Village in Plett. Emma had already left the loo and I was showing Ben how to shake his willy to get the last bit of wee off (as one does when potty training is underway). While we were having this rather serious life lesson a woman was washing her hands at the basin.
She turned to me and asked if I had adopted 'the Africans'? I said "yes".
She then asked me if they were orphans and I answered that they were (and gave an inner side ward look).
And then the duzi came. She asked me what was going to happen when they grow up. I asked what she meant. I genuinely didn't know where she was going with the question.
"Well," she asked "are they going to marry other Africans or white people? "
"Well," I said "we'll have to wait and see!"
sidenote I have tried several hundred times to take a pic of what my face looked like during and after this conversation but no amount of acting could portray the visible look of amusement on my face
Who cares if they marry the smurfs?! Christ lets get the potty training done first!
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly what my husband said. Can't we get the next 5 years out the way
DeleteHehehe...Yes, very important-potty trainin that is
DeleteOne step at a time, potty training and 1st grade is as far as I can think. By the way are white people not Africans?
ReplyDeleteI thought I was going to get a lecture about 'shaking' his willy in a public place. Nothing prepared me for that. And her hushed tones. I was finished
ReplyDeleteUGH so utterly rude, it is none of her damn business.
ReplyDeleteSmall minded people. We will always have them with us. Shame, they are always going to be thinking in the box.
ReplyDeleteOH MY HAT! I don't disguise my feelings well as I have one of those faces that are very expressive so this would soooo not have gone down well with me!
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