So, when Lily first was born, many many people asked if she was adopted.
No, seriously.
Actual conversation with a Wal-Mart checker:
"She look asian. She adopted?"
"Ummm, no. She's all mine."
"She don't look like yours. She looks asian."
" Well, if she's adopted, someone has alot of explaining to do to my vagina."
"Oh, you got her from China?"
One of Mark's friends-
"Damn Mark, you baby look mad asian."
My own aunt:
"She looks nothing like you!!! She looks foreign."
So, yeah, okay. This bothered me for a while, but I guess I could kinda see their point. I was relieved, however, when she grew out of it.
Then, a friend snapped a picture of Lily and I realized there may have been a mistake in the hospital:
Guess I knew what I was doing when I named her Lily.