And I’m surprisingly not upset about it. See Kell doesn’t look like a biracial baby, he looks like a white baby, at least to everybody but me. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone assumed that I’m his nanny. I thought I’d be pissed off about it, but I guess I was mentally prepared and it really didn’t faze me. To my eyes he’s just my miracle baby and I don’t care if he’s charcoal to cream. However, the next person who asks if I’m his grandmother is going to get skull drug. Be warned.
the one who writes 
LOL @ skull drug! Glad it didn’t ruffle your feathers…but real talk, you don’t look like his grandmother or his nanny…you look like his mom!
lol…..Ros,
I know exactly how you feel! I used to get the same question when my daughters were babies….lol.
Sweet picture!!!!
@Skull drug lol
I got the nanny thing a time or two as well.
After going through this, I tend to understand and empathise with those who do ask such questions. No need to be angry or insulted. Looks tell a compelling story, which means people are seeing and jumping to conclusions without malice.
Take heart and leave the skull druggery for the meanies.