"Be careful, Arun. Okay? Be careful! Okay? Okay?"
"I peed in my diaper. I have poopy bottom!" (then she commences with maniacal laughter)
"Are you mad at me, Mama?" (No, sweetie. Not any longer)
"Wanna see Celeste again." (This said, just mere seconds after having totally dissed Average Jane to her face.)
*Keep in mind she cannot pronounce her Ls (sub with a W at your leisure) and she says Arun as "ah-woon". Which yes, still kills me every time with the Sweetness.
So. Earlier this week, the eloquent Meno had a great post on a subject that has clunking around in the attic that serves as my brain these days:
Em gave me The Year of Living Bibically: One Man's Humble Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible by A.J. Jacobs for Christmas.and, Meno goes on to write;
I liked it pretty well, as in, i actually finished it. It's a pretty affectionate look at some of the silly laws in the Bible.
Here is a quote from the book;
It's why i don't know what to do with Jasper. If i give him some religion, then he might become obsessed and go Guru Gil on me. Then again, if i give him no religion, he could descend into moral anarchy. They're both so risky. I feel like i can't win.
The really annoying part of the quote is that it's pretty casually tossed out, like everyone KNOWS that those of us without religion are amoral, serial-killing, dog-raping, baby-hating, 401k-embezzling, wife-swapping, 7/11-robbing, public-spitting scofflaws.During NaBloPoMoFo 2006, I wrote about religion every Sunday. All in all, I wrote 4 posts in total and came to the general conclusion that Church Is Boring. So, I made a dedicated effort towards not attending church. It has worked out pretty well for me and I love having my Sunday mornings free, save for the occasional Easter Egg Hunt, of course. I have also determined that while church is not an inherently bad thing, I do not believe it is absolutely necessary for achieving morality or even ethics. Oh, dear Lord, no. I am sure all of us know faithful church goers who lie, cheat and steal.
For a time, I felt guilty not attending church. Now? Not so much.
And Meno's post reminded me why.
Since I am getting all Deep Thoughts Or Not on you today, I will end with this.
The other night, as they lay in bed going to sleep, I overheard X and Arun discussing color. Arun observed that X is brown, I am white and that he and Anjali are also white. While the exchange itself was adorable, a part of me was sad. There will come a time when Arun realizes that some folks do not respect his father completely based on his color. The same father he adores. Furthermore, many folks will not consider Arun a white person because of that tainted drop of brown blood. Someday, Arun will overhear someone making fun of folks who are not from this country, folks who should change their funny-sounding names. Specifically, Arun will probably hear some joke about how all Indians own convenience stores (hopefully, we will teach Arun well and he will be able to retort "Only if you are a Patel!" Heh.)
As I always say, kids do see color, they just do not assign a value to it. I just hope my children will feel confident enough to ask me about all the Future Crap they are going to inevitably hear someday. As such, I am going to teach Arun and Anjali to call themselves Mudbloods.
And they better be proud of it, dammit.