Hooray! Do you want to know what I am excited about? My wife just told me we are having a kid! Well, to clarify, she told that she HAS a kid.
Say hello to my wife’s son. Isn’t he just precious? His name is Quoinesha.
Was I going to let this black kid just grow up in the ghetto or wherever black people are from? I have the duty, as an American, to accept this child and ensure his future and cultivate his potential.
I have to admit, however, the first day with my wife’s new son was a bit weird.
I had the chance to stay with him as my wife had a business trip for the second straight week. I find it strange that she can never pick up the phone during that time, but I digress.
My wife and I live in a relatively suburban neighborhood. I think this made for a situation of cultural shock for Quoinesha.
I tried to imitate his natural environment. I never talked to a black person before so I watched ‘Boyz N The Hood’ to get a better sense of his recent life.
I would call me “my nigga” but I do not think that is gender appropriate.
Does anyone have any tips on how to care for a black person? Please email me and let me know. Thanks!