The United States has made great strides in matters of race and society, but some lingering problems remain. Take for instance, a father who was recently accused of kidnapping because his daughters are biracial.
Virginia dad Joseph was recently in a local Walmart with his three daughters. The trip went without a hitch – he cashed a paycheck, then buckled the three girls – a 4 year old and two 2 year old twins – into their car seats. Joseph then took a moment to make a phone call before returning home. But you know since this is Walmart in Virginia (and because you read the title), this story’s not going to end well.
UPI‘s got a story up (spoiler alert: you don’t need to go there, I’m about to explain it here) about a Canadian school that’s done-away with Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.
The school – Astral Drive Elementary School in Nova Scotia – instead holds “Family Day” on May 15 to include non-traditional families.
We don’t often talk about kid’s books here since we don’t want to have to talk about all of them. But when we do, it’s something wonderful to us.
Ahmet Zappa’s Because I’m Your Dad is so simple that it’s that kind of wonderful. A kid’s book about a dad, written by a dad? We’re sold.
With one hand, my son is smacking the kid next to him on the top of the head, and with the other hand, he’s forking salad off of my wife’s plate.
Before I can say “stop” for the sixty-third time today, I look over at the boy’s father and he gives me the universal sign for “don’t worry about it,” and says “he eats salad, that’s great!”
The other mother is talking to my wife. Other Mom says “you guys are lucky. If it’s anything healthy, Joey won’t eat it.”
Other Dad mouths “watch this” and turns to Joey. “I’ll give you a dollar if you eat that watermelon.”
My son is eating their other son’s watermelon right from under his nose. Joey’s negotiating fractions of a slice to cents on the dollar.
I don’t know how we went four years without having to sit at a family table at an event. I suppose we’d just left our son home with a babysitter for the weddings, baptisms and other shirt-and-tie stuff we’d been to since he was born. This Saturday event, a baptism brunch at a country club, was the first time we had an assigned table and had our son with us. Even at my sister-in-law’s wedding, there was a kid’s only table in another room. So this was new to us.