We spent about half an hour running all around the playground testing out the ramps, slide, steps and anything else that caught my son's eye. As we're playing a fun game of "tag" I notice a lady and her dog walking towards us. She starts the usual comments to Daniel...hello handsome, etc.
As I stand there wondering why she interrupted our game of tag, the conversation starts
Lady: "Where are his parents from"?I'm sure she said something as we left but at that point I was too pissed to pay attention. Can't I have today to just enjoy being with my son? It's Easter Sunday, shouldn't she be in church, with family or something?
Me: Huh? I'm his mother.
Lady: *stuttering* Oh, Well, It's hard to know sometimes. I mean, where is his father from?
Me: *giving her a look, while I take my son hand* Yeah, Well have a good day.
But what really annoyed me is that people need to ask about his father race so they can KNOW...like it's not obvious my son is mixed with some type of Asian?! I have to TELL them? WTF?
As we walked back to our area playground, where everyone knows us, I see a man and his two sons walking a bit up the block. But wait...one of his son looks just like my son when he was about 1 year. Then I get a look at the other son. OMG, it's a blasian family.
Now we all know I ain't the shy type. So as I walk over to him, I beam a big smile and say hello. I quickly explain that we're both parents of half Asian child and we should be friends. LOL.
After getting over his shock of some strange black women stopping him randomly, the dad starts telling me about his family. His wife is Japanese and he's from South Africa. The boys are 3yrs and 1.5yrs.
We stand there trading stories while taking photos of each other and the kids. For that moment we were our own little playgroup. I gave him my contact info and begged him to tell his wife to call me for a playdate.
What are the odds of running into another blasian family in Harlem? Apparently pretty good odds!