White Dads

and the Daughters Who Love Them
I'm a white guy. My wife Daya is very dark skinned and produced two lovely dark skinned daughters 'cause God has a sense of humor and issues with me so He thought wouldn't it be funny if George got stopped at every freaking airport he went to 'cause really bored Homeland Security guys see us and think, "Hey what's this white guy doing slipping through security with those two Indian looking kids? Let's tackle him!" But there are other more interesting and kinda fun two toned issues. Sunburn. They don't get it much and the two youngest are totally freaked out by the way Dad turns red and then peels. Our typical trip to the community pool has, since they noticed dad's terrifying reaction to sun, starts off with the girls prepping for the pool and checking with dad to make sure he's put on his sunblock. While at the pool, they routinely pop out of the water, dry their faces and make a quick check of dad's face for redness. I'm usually asked to turn this way and that for a more thorough examination then they're back in the water. If there's the slightest sign of redness, I'm instructed to put on more sunblock and move into the shade.

It's nice to be loved.