Today I was at W*lM*rt and I had the WEIRDEST experience. I can't wait to hear what you all have to say about it. I was at the self check out and the worker that handles those came over to Nini and put her hands on Nini's cheeks and literally put her nose against Nini's nose. Okay....don't know you, plus it is serious cold and flu season. I pulled the cart back quickly. The lady was talking to Nini and asking her how old she was and telling her how cute she is (she is that). Then she said to me, "where did you get her from?" That question threw me. I have been asked where she is from, what nationality she is, but never, "where did you get her from?" I said China, but was thinking, "does she think I got her from a store or something?" This was just the beginning of what was the MOST outrageous conversation I have ever been apart of.
She asked me her name. I told her and she said, "Thank you! It makes me so happy to hear that name." I looked at her in bewilderment. What was she talking about? Unfortunately, she let me know what she was thinking. People, this is the literal conversation.
Me: "What are you thanking me for?"
Worker: "For giving her a Chinese name. You don't know how bothered I get when people come in who have adopted Chinese kids and they give them white people's names. They name them Grace, Emily or Suzie. Do you know what I mean?"
UHHHH...no I don't know what you are talking about.
Me: "No, I don't get it. In fact, my daughter is named after my great-grandmother."
Worker: "You have Chinese blood in you?" Very confused look on her face.
Me:"No. My grandmother was English."
Worker: "And she had that name? I have never heard of a white person having a Chinese name."
By this time, I am doing everything I can to get my card in the machine and my receipt to print out.
Worker: "It just bothers me that these parents don't give their Chinese kids a Chinese name. They are not white."
Worker: "If I adopted I would give them a Chinese name. I wouldn't hide it as their middle name."
Me: "My daughter's middle name is her Chinese name."
Worker: "Yeah, but she has a Chinese first name too."
Worker: says this as she is following me to the exit. "Do you get what I mean. For example, if I adopted a black kid I would never name it Suzie or Grace, I would give it a black person's name."
Me: "Have a nice day." And I was outta there.
First, I would not have been so nice, but I could tell this lady was mentally disabled, so I wanted to be gentle and kind.
Second, I was too stunned to really think of anything clever to say.
Third, she was saying this in front of my child. A child who understands everything.
I am still thinking about it. It was very, very odd.
Here are pictures of my very, cute, American girl!
She stole the candy bar Alex had bought for his teacher's Valentine gift. Can't you see how bad she feels about it? Hee hee.
She asked me her name. I told her and she said, "Thank you! It makes me so happy to hear that name." I looked at her in bewilderment. What was she talking about? Unfortunately, she let me know what she was thinking. People, this is the literal conversation.
Me: "What are you thanking me for?"
Worker: "For giving her a Chinese name. You don't know how bothered I get when people come in who have adopted Chinese kids and they give them white people's names. They name them Grace, Emily or Suzie. Do you know what I mean?"
UHHHH...no I don't know what you are talking about.
Me: "No, I don't get it. In fact, my daughter is named after my great-grandmother."
Worker: "You have Chinese blood in you?" Very confused look on her face.
Me:"No. My grandmother was English."
Worker: "And she had that name? I have never heard of a white person having a Chinese name."
By this time, I am doing everything I can to get my card in the machine and my receipt to print out.
Worker: "It just bothers me that these parents don't give their Chinese kids a Chinese name. They are not white."
Worker: "If I adopted I would give them a Chinese name. I wouldn't hide it as their middle name."
Me: "My daughter's middle name is her Chinese name."
Worker: "Yeah, but she has a Chinese first name too."
Worker: says this as she is following me to the exit. "Do you get what I mean. For example, if I adopted a black kid I would never name it Suzie or Grace, I would give it a black person's name."
Me: "Have a nice day." And I was outta there.
First, I would not have been so nice, but I could tell this lady was mentally disabled, so I wanted to be gentle and kind.
Second, I was too stunned to really think of anything clever to say.
Third, she was saying this in front of my child. A child who understands everything.
I am still thinking about it. It was very, very odd.
Here are pictures of my very, cute, American girl!
She stole the candy bar Alex had bought for his teacher's Valentine gift. Can't you see how bad she feels about it? Hee hee.

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I have found that the older my kids get the less comments are made, or maybe we have just increased in number to the point that those who may have had a comment with one, just don't know where to start when we are now three!
Who knows, but I am with you on getting caught off guard. I was so rattled by one encounter that it is hard for me to go to that part of the store and not feel awful. I always have great things to say back as I drive home in my car, though.
Kim
I am speechless about the other part, and proud of you for handling it the best you could.
I've been very lucky thus far with comments regarding Maisie but no matter how people ask, where's she from, where did you get her, is she adopted, what nationality is she, I always say, "she was born in China." That usually suffices to answer their question and it's something Maisie understands and relates to. So even if the question was asked in a backward or bizarre way, it's answered so that Maisie has consistency and relates.
Some lady comes up to me and starts asking me about Anya. Where is she from, What is her name, Is her name Chinese? and then she picks up Anya's fingers and sucks on them!!! I am sorry but I could not hide the shock. I got a baby wipe out and used it! I wish I had hand sanitizer with me.
Your daughter is a beautiful All American Girl who came from the same place we all did - Heavenly Father's arms.
I love that story that you shared in your comment!
Thanks
Kim
I love your story. Thanks for being positive. Especially in this troubled world, your comment reminded us that there are some VERY good people out there. See why you are my favorite person?
where did you find that fabulous gingham smock?!?!?!? I. love. it. So indie.