Soooo, we had "Culture Fair" at school this week. Each child was suppose to dress up to represent and celebrate a different type of culture. Uhm, we are from Vanillaville. (If you don't believe me, ask Marchelle.)
We have no culture to share. We wear jeans and t-shirts and paint our walls bright bold colors, like mocha. I am telling you -- Vanillaville.
So I stretched it a little bit. I mean BT was born in Oklahoma and all.
I thought it was quite the creative Native American costume. The story of the American roots and the way. I was quite proud. Until I got this email at work --"We are trying to celebrate BT's culture. But are unsure of some things. Could you please help us? Is he Native American or Jewish?"
Why can't he be a Jewish Native American? Why can't we love and embrace all? Why we gotta be all into the labels? I'm just sayin.
6 comments:
I love that email. So funny. Or maybe a Samuri warrior?
HOW.FUNNY.IS.THIS?! You crack me up! :)
how ridiculously funny! Maybe a tomahawk warrior pony would have worked with that shaved head? Ha ha ha ha ha.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Too funny!
I love this! Reminds me of my Cherokee heritage!
~Molly P
Although I could be Mexican. My dad says my grandma changed our last name from Lopez to Lopossay, but who knows. I'll claim Cherokee! But I do love me some nachos though, hahahahaha!
he is about as indian as indian fry bread, and I KNOW you know what I am talkin' about!
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