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.