Recently we took a weekend trip. Saturday morning we headed to eat the hotel breakfast. (For the record, I bring my own oatmeal and homemade muffins for the baby). I finished quickly so I would have time to squeeze in a morning workout before we headed out for the day. My husband and daughter stayed behind to finish eating.
About fifteen minutes later, they stroll into the workout room to say hi to me. My husband shares that while he was cleaning E up, the breakfast attendant came up to her and was talking to her. Next, she asked Steve if he was the dad. Steve said yes. Then the next words out of the attendant's mouth were: "She looks like you."
Besides sharing brown eyes, none of us look anything alike, starting with the quite apparent skin tone difference.
I have shared that sometimes people just don't know what to say. Some go on and on and on about how cute our daughter is....to the point that it gets weird. Some ask too many inappropriate, nosy, personal questions. And some, like the breakfast attendant, just blurt out something.
We have encountered a lot in our short journey as a multi-racial family, but the comment E looks like one of us is a first.