Last weekend, Maddie’s preschool had some kind of singing celebration thing that involved their borrowing a church in midtown in the middle of the afternoon and singing songs of peace to honor MLK. The instructions sent home to parents said something like this:
Children are encouraged to dress in a manner that honors their ethnic heritage.
The black kids all had on little suits; some of them had on three piece suits. The Indian kids had on full body smock things like the ones I saw men wearing in Iraq, only with more color and bling (and the little girls had bare midriffs). The Hispanic kids looked like J. Lo at the ’00 Grammys, but with less cleavage. I don’t remember what the Chinese kids wore–I think they were at home practicing the flute that afternoon.
Our child, in my estimation, stood out.
Me: How come Maddie’s wearing jeans and a sweater? Isn’t she going to be under-dressed for this thing?
Pretty Bride: She’s fine.
Me: But the flyer said ‘traditional garb’ or some such. Shouldn’t she be in a…you know…a…what do traditional crackers wear anyway?
PB: She’s white. She’s dressed like a little white girl.
Me: Maybe she should wear a white hood and robe?
Me: A smallpox blanket?
PB: *running away*
Me: Hats with buckles? And have her pissing on a little parchment treaty that devises land?
PB: You’re not being very peaceful.