I am whatever you say I am
Today at the Zoo we (2 Ambrose sisters + 2 sons) attended a Winchester Thurston event. Special classes were held for WT-ers on creepy animals in time for Halloween. We got to see some cool live animals, like a Great Horned Owl and a tarantula, and the zoo teachers tried to assuage some of the kids' and adults' fears of bats and spiders and snakes and the like.
When we got to the zoo, one of the parents was in front of the admission gates with the special WT tickets. She told Crispian that one of his friends that was already there was particularly interested in whether "a yellow-haired kid" was there yet. This is one of the reasons why seven-year-olds are so adorable to me. In Crispian's class at school, a great number of his classmates that are white are also (at least ethnically) Jewish, so there is really a lot of dark haired kids in his class. His "yellow" hair is one thing that sets him a part, not in a bad way, but in a cute descriptive way. I joked with Kate on our way up to the Zoo classrooms how depending on the situation Crispian is described as what makes him unique--at his school he is the "yellow-haired kid" and at football he is the "light-skinned kid." Not white, but light-skinned. Like I said, seven-year-olds are cute.
But sometimes too cute for their own good. This same friend of Crispian's that calls him yellow-haired referred to me later in the day when we were walking around the zoo with him as "Crispian's Nanny." I told him I wasn't Crispian's nanny, so he asked me if I were Crispian's Grandma. I thought this was hysterical. His mother was embarrassed when we told her, but she didn't have to be (I mean, it wasn't like he asked me if I had been a man or something--and do follow that link for a really big laugh). In his world, non-parent adults that spend a lot of time with a kid are either nannies or grandparents. Aunts come from far away for brief visits every few years.
When we got to the zoo, one of the parents was in front of the admission gates with the special WT tickets. She told Crispian that one of his friends that was already there was particularly interested in whether "a yellow-haired kid" was there yet. This is one of the reasons why seven-year-olds are so adorable to me. In Crispian's class at school, a great number of his classmates that are white are also (at least ethnically) Jewish, so there is really a lot of dark haired kids in his class. His "yellow" hair is one thing that sets him a part, not in a bad way, but in a cute descriptive way. I joked with Kate on our way up to the Zoo classrooms how depending on the situation Crispian is described as what makes him unique--at his school he is the "yellow-haired kid" and at football he is the "light-skinned kid." Not white, but light-skinned. Like I said, seven-year-olds are cute.
But sometimes too cute for their own good. This same friend of Crispian's that calls him yellow-haired referred to me later in the day when we were walking around the zoo with him as "Crispian's Nanny." I told him I wasn't Crispian's nanny, so he asked me if I were Crispian's Grandma. I thought this was hysterical. His mother was embarrassed when we told her, but she didn't have to be (I mean, it wasn't like he asked me if I had been a man or something--and do follow that link for a really big laugh). In his world, non-parent adults that spend a lot of time with a kid are either nannies or grandparents. Aunts come from far away for brief visits every few years.
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