The statue

Yesterday, on our way home from a play-date, the girls and I stopped at a wine emporium to buy a bottle for our old neighbors, who planned to come over for dinner in the evening. As we were waiting in line to pay, Julia suddenly and loudly announced, "Mama, I'm just gonna go look at that African American over there." Luckily the African American was not an actual person she was going to stare at, but neither was it an African American. She went running over to a life-sized, carved Native American statue, complete with feathered headdress, and began circling around it in fascination.

I'm starting to wonder if she is ever going to understand the correct use for the term "African American."

I'm still trying to figure out if she called it an African American because a) The statue had brownish skin, b) The statue looked like a mannequin to her, or c) She knew it was a Native American replication but got mixed up and said African American instead. I'm hopinig it's c...