I Spy

Today while waiting for the ever more increasingly unreliable bus driver, several little games of I Spy cropped up...just last week I was stranded in front of the school for 25 minutes with 35 kids k-6 and we killed time with Simon Says but my voice paid the price later. So, I Spy it was. It was Mauricio's turn and he stated, "I spy something brown." A couple of guesses later..."Sergio's shoes?", "Xavier's jacket?", the bark on the tree?" and Mauricio can't contain himself..."No, you guys! It's Aniyah!!!"

Wha?
Whoa!
What the what?

I look at Aniyah and she is shocked and frozen. I am speechless. Mauricio was very proud of himself for stumping us and didn't notice the cloud of OMG that surrounded him. In all fairness, he meant it completely innocently and as I thought about it more he might have even meant it as an honor...such as, you are important enough to be my I Spy object for others to seek out (okay, maybe that is a little deep as I reread it, but he has a pure heart like that). Additionally, he was right. Aniyah has a most beautiful complection. Even at six, you can tell she is going to be a stunner some day.

I don't know what provoked Aniyah's response, but she sure felt like that was not an okay thing to say. Once I picked my jaw up off the ground and looked at the three of us though, I realized that we were all varying shades of brown. Probably not very p.c., butI said so and they agreed, shrugged, and moved onto the next person's turn.