So Tuesday afternoon (the day of Obama's inauguration) Sweet Pea comes home from school and says to Liz,
"I know this is a little bit mean, but I wish my daddy were Barack Obama."
As Liz relates this to me when I come home, I imagine that my daughter is finally getting some racial identity with the African-American side of her heritage. Perhaps she'll identify more with her black dolls, and less with the blond Barbie?
Liz continues that she responded,
"Oh really, sweety? Why do you say that?"
"Because then we could have a puppy."
"Couldn't you just wish that your dad wasn't allergic to dogs?"
Me- Joe, husband of a great wife, and dad to two great kids, who were both adopted at birth.
Liz- My ever understanding wife, who manages to wear many hats (mom, advocate, therapist, teacher) for our kids.
Buddy Boy- Born in 2000. Funny, intelligent, inventive, and autistic. Loves machines.
Sweet Pea- Born in 2002. Typical little sister. Competitive, outgoing, and smart. Loves anything pink.