The brown lie

Tuesday, June 10th, 2008 @ 11:33AM

Flase identity

This is a picture of my sweet baby boy Mohamed and my hot husband Joe.  Joe was changing Mohamed’s diaper and said, “Babe!  Come look at this!” He held his beautiful brown hands next to Mohamed’s face and said, “No one is going to believe he is my son!” This kid is pale, as are my other two.  I thought for sure marrying someone of Egyptian decent would reward me with little mocha colored children.  Instead, the virulent whiteness that I carry in my DNA has overwhelmed Joe’s toasty goodness.  I should change his name from Mohamed to Scott.