Soon after we were there, a little boy and his dad came to play. The little boy, Julian beckoned by my daughter as simply, "Boy!" was a perfect playmate. It's hard not to laugh a little when she does this but clearly there potentially a host of reasons why this is unacceptable. Not only is it a little bit racist even though the family was Bulgarian but we, as humans, should not simply be boiled down to our gender, for any reason. So we redirected her from calling him "Boy!" to calling him Julian.The kids played for a long time together. His dad was delightful, Eliot and he enjoyed casual conversation about playing soccer and he invited Eliot to go play pick up adult soccer on Sunday afternoons at a nearby school. My husband could not have been more excited.
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