Gonna get a complex

The past couple of days have been "funny."

1st we're in Wal-Mart, JJ's getting stickers from the greeter. This Amazon of a woman comes up saying how cute he is, looks at me and says in a disbelieving manner "oh, is he your baby?" Uh, no, I just stole him out of some other woman's arms (I guess one that's cute too) and decided instead of running to go into Wally World.I mean come on, he's only slightly darker than me and he has my eyes, nose, and lips (and John wasn't even 10 feet in front of me!) I guess it got to me because never once has anyone assumed I was a nanny, yet I know others have gone through that with their biracial kids from the start. I guess I was kinda proud that it was clear he was my kid, that I've left my mark. (and what's ironic, everyone has always assumed that Brandon is mine...)

Next, I was on the phone yesterday and our interperter was sitting next to my desk, she started laughing at me saying how she likes me accent (I was speaking Spanish) that its cute. I've never once thought about my "accent" when not speaking English. I know I say the words with the proper inflection, thanks to a good Spanish teacher who really pushed not having her students sound stupid, but it still made me wonder all day if my accent was really odd.....