Wednesday, May 21, 2008
My daughter is poly-ethnic. I say that as I am a mixture of Cherokee, Italian, Irish, English, and who knows what else. Her father is African-Trinidadian. However, his eyes are as green as jade. Anyhoo. I should really pay more attention to what I watch when she is around. I, somehow, became addicted to Flavor of Love 1 and have watched it each season. (Whatever happened to just meeting someone and hitting it off? As a single woman, I mean DAMN, you have to go on a reality show and compete for a man's affections? No thanks! I only need a man for complex assembly or heavy lifting, both of which can be found in the yellow pages.) During season three, I noticed my four year old walking around saying, "Flavor Flaaaaaavv." Although I thought it was funny, it was quite "awakening", shall I say. A few weeks later, I was watching it again. This time she said, "Mommy, there is my daddy Flavor Flaaaaaavvv." I hit the floor.