Last week I was in Minnesota for three days meeting with denominational leaders. During my stay I shared meals with some older friends whose children are getting married and/or going to college. We talked about my last blog entry about the sadness of losing a daughter to another man. They were sharing with me their firsthand experience of this process.
During one of the dinners we started the typical parents “here’s a funny story about my kids” dialogue (click here for another example). So I start. I talk about how #2 had a boyfriend by the time she was 4 (click here to read). One of my friends is close to my age and has four kids. His wife shares that their daughter, when she was 5 or 6, said to her, “Mommy. I know who I am gonna marry.”
Mom: Why do you want to marry Aaron?
Daughter: Because he is a black boy and when we have kids they will look like dalmatians.