Friday, November 19, 2010

culture-- we haz it.




I'm sure the spirits of my great-great-great-great-great grandparents would be thrilled to see my boy enjoying our Native American culture in realistic garb.

I'm half charmed, half insulted, and mostly amused. As usual.

At least he's not being a pelican.

p.s. His sister, Little Wolf, wears the traditional "hearts and rainbow" shirt of her people with matching purple macaroni necklace and, as she calls them, "French Indian braid pigtails".

4 comments:

RosyRevolver said...

HA!!! LOVE!

K A B L O O E Y said...

What the heck is the connection between food coloring dyed pasta and Native Americans? My daughter and a neighbor's kids, who all go to different schools, all came home with the same jewelry. At least her kids were taught to say "Native Americans". Mine wasn't. Sigh.

Anonymous said...

My wife is a native American Indian and never dresses that way. That Rex is so culturally insensitive.

Anonymous said...

Anon, your wife is a Cashmeery out of water. I think that's a little like a lemur, but cooler. I'm not sure, though. I was too busy watching you write Led Zeppelin lyrics in my Geography book to pay attention.