Kendi Claree

Today at the post office, I asked to borrow some tape for a package I was mailing. I got the stare from the clerk lady and then she half way smiled and said, "Well, ok, but just for the baby." I laughed and taped my box and thought, "Well, whatever works." Then we started having the pregnancy small talk you have with strangers on a daily basis once you get a good sized belly. Anyhow, she asked me what the name was and I when I told her Kendi Claree, she repeated it back perfectly to me, which is not normal. I told her that normally people are like, "Candy? Kennedy? What?" And then she said, "No, I got it alright, but you know when people see her name, everybody's gonna think she's black." (This lady was also black, just in case you were thinking this was a prejudice white person.) How do you say the right thing after that? Anyhow, it cracked me up and I said I would be perfectly ok with people thinking that. I would take it as a compliment that the name I picked sounds unique enought to be an African-american name. And then she told me to quit bumping Kendi's poor little head on the counter. Anyhow, I thought it was funny, but it's probably one of those you-had-to-be-there things. And I do bump Kendi's poor little head on stuff all the time - good thing she has all that cushioning in there!