Pony Rides

Both Amy and I were off work today, so we headed to the local zoo. We had a coupon for a free pony ride, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see my little man on a pony! We could tell he liked it even though he had his serious face on the whole time. At one point, he even reached out to stroke the pony's mane. It was the cutest thing ever!

Ironically, waiting in the pony line was another little brown boy with white parents. They struck up a conversation seeing that we had adoption in common. Their little boy was from Ethiopia and they had a challenging time with the court systems and flying back and forth. What surprised me, however, was the assumptions being made. She asked us if we get "looks" from people and launched into a tyrade about how she can't believe how people are still fighting the civil war in 2009 and she's disgusted by the bigotry and racism in society. She went so far as to say that she's glad the civil war wasn't today because she's "be out murdering people." How do we always find these people???

I wanted to point out to the woman that the entire conversation was racist, but instead just grinned and nodded and gave Amy that wide-eyed look that says "get me outta here!" They seemed like nice enough people, but we didn't adopt so that we could join the NAACP or speak out during Black History Month. I want Josiah to embrace his heritage without getting tangled up in all the reverse-racism "lookin' for a fight" nonsense.

Other than the pony rides, Josiah seemed to favor the buffalos and the prairie dogs but still got the most satisfaction tugging on an artifical tree in the reptile house. I guess he's just an easy guy to please!