I have been on this crazy quest to determine Drew's nationality, so I can figure out what the kids are. Now I understand the significance of my father always telling me he was going to import me a nice Italian boy from the homeland. Sheesh- that would have made this little project a heap load easier. I feel like I am just spinning a globe with Drew. Soooo, after consulting with Liz, I am pretty sure it is narrowed down.
Presenting the United Nations Triplets!
Composed of Italian, Irish, and German (me) and Syrian, Greek, Norwegian, Dutch, English (Drew).
AND, I learned a very important new fact today. Mary (as in Jesus, Mary etc) is Mexican. Well, at least according to HellMart. That's right. After I made the VERY stupid decision to try and run into the place today during my lunch to grab diapers and sippy cups, I was walking out and they had a entire rack of Mexican Marys on display. They were pretty big, kinda like lawn ornament size. Now, for the record, I went to a grade school funded entirely by Italians and Greeks, and I do not remember hearing that spaghetti and pitas were served at the Last Supper. So why does one nationality get their own version???
I understand about being "politically correct", but I am a firm believer in the separation of politics and religion, church and state. I'm just confused.
Next time I'll order lunch for delivery.
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We call that the Heinz 57 baby! =)
LOL
this reminds me of a recent conversation with one o my circus clowns:
it seems we have failed our children because we have no distinct ethnicity...dadd comes come strong scottish-irish-english lineage that settled here in colonial times and mama comes from english-german-french-swedish lineage with the most recent immigrant being my great grandmother from sweden when she as an infant.
i try to dress it all up by telling them we are northern european-american but they aren't buying what i am selling.
LOL
thanks for the good laugh before bed.
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