A few weeks ago my son, lover of bobblehead dolls, finally took notice of the one that has been sitting on our kitchen window ledge for the past 5 years. In between dinner bites he asked to look at it:
“Mom, can I see that toy?”
“Which toy, my love?”
“The one of the Black Man.”
I was stunned to silence. I had about so many emotions all at once. The bobblehead in question was one my husband and I picked up in Hawaii, while on our honeymoon, of President Barack Obama. This particular question, shortly after the inauguration, was timely and I was feeling extra sensitive about it….