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Sunday, July 31, 2011
One of my grandmother's very best friends got her own backyard nesting hens. She named her white hen George and her black hen Obama. The problem I have is that my grandmother's friend still makes jabs at my grandmother because my grandparents voted for Obama in 2008. It's not funny to name a black hen after our nation's first black President if it's known that you cannot stand our nation's first black President. Right?
My husband and I are planning to adopt a child in the next few years, and our son or daughter might be a minority. I can't wait to take our future African-American son or daughter to visit my grandmother's best friend. I'll be sure to ask to see her backyard hens while we're there...