Where’d You Get Him?
One thing I have come to expect is odd/poorly worded questions about adoption. It seems to be part of our life now, and we are getting used to it – for better or worse.
This weekend when we randomly ran into an acquaintance – a friend of a friends that we see maybe once or twice a year.
These acquaintances instantly oohhedd, aahhhed and made silly faces to get Baby MPB to laugh. He knows Baby MPB is adopted, but as we don’t see them regularly they had not met him yet. Then he fumbled with his words….so, where did….you….get him? Said with a crinkly forehand and all. His wife looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
I laughed because I knew he didn’t mean to be offensive, I could literally see him thinking through the question but it just didn’t come out right. Honestly I knew what he was trying to say – he simply wanted to ask where was Baby MPB born?
Clearly, for some reason, when it comes to adoption people forget their words.
I responded with, Baby MPB was born in XX, USA. And he responded with ya, that’s what I was trying to ask.
Honestly, it was an endearing conversation – I knew he was struggling, but he was trying.
And, it’s not my job to constantly correct and educate people.
Sometimes it’s best just to laugh, answer the question they intended to ask with appropriate language and move on.
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