Must . . . Not . . . Laugh . . .

But I'm failing miserably.

So Justice is dealing with the fact that she may have a father she's never met before pretty well these last couple of days. She's actually said she would like to meet him, and that's a big step. But the best part is this:

At her day care, she told Ms. Sonja, the supervisor, "My dad is black!"

She said it as if it was some huge revelation, like, "These are some good cheese-fries!" or "You just missed Jesus Christ!"

And like the dentist on Seinfeld who apparently became Jewish for the jokes, Justice has taken the revelation that she's Black to such heart that she is now adopting lingo and mannerisms consistent with some impressive stereotypes.

For example, the other day when I asked Justice if she'd done her homework, she turned to me, put her hands on her hips, cocked her head to one side and said, "Nuh-uh, white-boy! You did not just ax me dat. It's not 'nuff dat I'm black and being raised by Da' Man, now you gots ta go ax me dat? What-ev-ah!"

She also snapped her fingers in Z-formation.

It may have been the Around-The-World-And-Back-Snap, but I'm not gay, so I don't really know.

I figured why not jump on the stereotyping bandwagon with Justice and see where the ride carries us. You mileage may vary.