I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
This Is Why Kids Should Have Mute Buttons
Yesterday we took the boys out to Pizza Hut for dinner. They do a Wednesday evening all-you-can-eat buffet and the place was packed. Usually I’m smart enough not to take the boys out to eat to anywhere that busy but it was so hot and muggy that the idea of not cooking and being in an air conditioned building dulled my senses.
Half way through our meal the waitress came to refill our drinks. Now, the uniform at Pizza Hut is black slacks and a black polo shirt. And our waitress topped it off with incredibly long, jet black hair. So the waitress, in head to to black, reached over to take Trey’s cup and refill it. Trey, being a typical 3 year old, thought she was taking his cup away from him and had a mini-meltdown. As she was walking away he stood up in the booth, crossed him arms, glared her down, and as loud as he could proclaimed:
Dat black people is mean! I don’t like black people!
Of course next to us was a group of people including three black kids. And behind us was a black couple. And a few boothes down was a woman with a black infant. I swear the entire place went silent as all eyes turned to our table. No one of them knew the context of his comment, that he was referring to the waitress by her uniform color. They just knew what they heard my kid blurt out loudly.
I may never show my face in public again. I’m considering packing up and leaving town in the middle of the night. We might have to change our names and undergo plastic surgery to make sure we’re not recognised in public. Imagine forever being known as the family with the racist toddler.
:jawdrop: Oooooooh my. That beats my kid’s fat comments any day of the year. Sorry!
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Yowza. Yep, I’d move away.
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Not shocked by Trey. Just freaking out there were FIVE black people at our Pizza Hut and we missed it!!!!
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When I was in elementary school we learned about apartheid in South Africa. My younger sister overheard my mom and I talking about it, but failed to understand the context. So one day we were eating in a restaurant and a black man walked in and she was confused. She stood up, pointed, and loudly said, “But those kind of people aren’t allowed to eat here!”
I’m pretty sure my mother still hasn’t gotten over it some 25 years later.
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It sounds like you need to move to another state lol!
oh man!!! That….yea…I’d move too. Oy!!
I feel your pain! I took one little girl that I watch to a Phillies game (in Philly, where most of the fans are black) against a team wearing black. As she was trying to learn the game and analyze how they could win she jumped up and shouted “They need to get the black people off the field! We would win if they didn’t let the black people play.”
Been there, done that. We were in a chinese restaurant, and my (at the time) two-year-old son saw the owner’s son who was about the same age, and wearing a yellow jacket. So, my kid starts yelling “Hey, yellow kid! Come play with me! Yellow kid! Play yellow kid!” I coulda just died.
I can’t tell you the number of times I wished I hadn’t spent so much money teaching my kids to talk.
They were nice and polite when they had nothing but sign language.
Sigh.
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Oh my!! I know this had to be so NOT funny when it happened but reading it (and the comments!) have me laughing. They’ll make great stories to tell the kiddos someday.
Wish we could all be so blind to race like these kids are though! I always was (and sometimes still am) painfully aware of race simply because I *don’t* want it to matter so much. doh
~Tara
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