Both our sons have, at times, pointed out a person in line at the grocery store, at the park, or at the next table in a restaurant whom they mistook for someone familiar. Heavyset men with white hair and a beard are excitedly labeled “Santa!” Old men with humongous cars are called “Grandpa!” And 30-ish bald men have been shouted out as our good friend ”Dale!”
But lately we’ve encountered a new visual stereotype. Ralph now identifies handsome black men (especially those with big ears) as “ROCKABOMMA!”
That’s Barack Obama, for those of you not fluent in 3-year-old speak. This has resulted in a number of awkward encounters for me lately. Luckily, most of these men have been flattered to be mistaken for Obama.
I hope someday soon that we will meet the real Barack Obama, shake his hand, take his picture, applaud his campaign speech. But by that time Ralph’s reaction will likely be “Ehhhhh….you? Dude, I see you ALL THE TIME.”