one more mcdonalds story and that's it

right. so there we are at mcdonalds, and there are three old men sitting at the table next to us. i see them looking at us.
"excuse me, do you mind my asking, are you his babysitter?"
we get this on occasion, because..... cody is black and i am white.
"no, i'm his mom."
"oh. is his father the same color as him?"
"no, his father is white. he's adopted."
my guess is that cody is not going to like this type of thing when he is older. on the multiracial listserv i belong to i see a lot of older black kids hate this kind of prying. (maybe because i grew up white), i have the patience for it, i find it amusing and i don't mind educating the public-at-large. i guess i will play along until my kid starts hating it, at which point i will respect his wishes on this one.
"well, good for you."
he turns back to his friends.
and then a minute later....
"can my friend give your son a piece of candy?"