I forget how backwards Ohio can be. There are a lot of rednecks in the making, who like to pick on the little brown boy because his food is different from theirs. Mikey asks to take mexican food for lunch and they tell him it smells funny and that its weird. Their comments don’t phase him. He takes it like a trooper and tells them – “hey, my mom makes this especially for me, not you. I’m not asking you to eat it, so why does it matter to you what I eat.” My sister-in-law doesn’t have the heart to tell him its just a burrito from the frozen food section. I wish I had that kind of confidence now, let alone at six. Pretty amazing for a kid that just learned to speak english last year.
My protective instinct goes WAY UP when I hear stories about kids picking on him. I want to beat up their parents, since you know that’s where it comes from. Although who am I kidding, kids are just mean sometimes. Mikey is a sensitive little kid too, has an artistic flair. I don’t want him to lose that just to conform. They are very careful though to make sure he has room to be himself, which is good.
I think I’m going to call him now to say hello.