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Too funny. So mortifying. How did the therapist react?

Awkward! Shock. And that terrible look of, "I just can't believe it. In this day and age? I never!"

I think that it is hard to teach your children about every culture and what is the right and wrong thing to say out in public anymore. I grew up in Scarborough and I never really new race. I knew that where I grew up I just knew people were people and it did not matter because they were my friends. I now know with being 35 that I was the minority in my neighbourhood (I am white) and funny that I was called "honky" once and awhile and never thought anything of it. I just knew and still know that saying the "n" word is not something is said or done. I have taught my children the same thing. My children are taught people are people and that is it. My children are taught not to say certain things but I am sure that I have not taught them everything they need to know. Being political correct is too hard these days. People will be offended no matter what.

Stacey - I think that you are right. Kids don't seem to notice the "differences" but they notice how they are the same. That boy likes soccer, just like me. He is tall like me. She likes to swing, like me. He likes to draw, like me. Her hair is long, like mine. They don't seem to care about skin, hair or eye colour. We grew up in Toronto, and went to a very multicultural high school in down town. My sister was called, "Whitey" by her friends, but she was pretty pale. No one cared - it was meant in friendship not in hate. I think it is important to teach our kids not to be prejudice by our own behaviours, and not worry so much about being "culturally sensitive" all of the time.