"Use humor" is one of the suggestions you hear a lot when you're an adoptive family being advised in dealing with the nosy public. Christine had a good story about the use of humor recently. Most people have stopped asking impertinent questions in front of Nat, now that she's more obviously cognizant of adult conversation, but there's always that one, isn't there?
So this morning, a visitor at our church came up to me after the service and asked "how old is she?"
"Oh," answered I, in my usual response to that common question, "she is every bit of three" and rolled my eyes as if to imply "any misbehavior you may have witnessed from her this morning is completely age appropriate and is by no means a negative outcome of my parenting!"
"Ah" the woman responded, "but how long has she been here?"
Here? I wondered, where exactly is "here?" I assumed she just meant, how old was she at placement (a common, and harmless enough question).
"Since she was three days old," I told her.
"Ah," she said again, chucking Nat convivially on the shoulder, "so she's all American by now!"
"Um, well, she was born in Chicago," I explained.
"Ohhh! So she isn't imported?" the woman exclaimed as if it were the most shocking news she'd ever heard.
I looked down at Nat, who, by now, was watching us curiously.
"Nope," I said with false cheer, "they have plenty of babies right here in Illinois, at bargain, basement prices! Don't they, Nat?"
Nat, right on Drama Queen cue, declared "Yep!" and flashed the woman an impish grin, took my hand and marched off with me to coffee hour.*
And I suppose that's my answer to the recent discussion over at Anti-Racist Parent.
* Where, I might add, Nat had a ball playing with her "imported" pal, Helena (from China).