Cross Race? Cross Dress...
So my brother and his wife have trained my niece Ciera on how to deal with strangers.
It's very heads up, and frankly if I was a parent I hope that I would have these conversations with my children. Tim told me as they drive around in their white 1979 Ford Bronco (just like OJ's), they would practice screaming, " stranger! stranger! Help!" at the top of their lungs. This came as a great surprise to Ciera's grandparents, who were having a nice discussion with her over breakfast at Denny's, while babysitting one recent morning. Ciera calmly commented to them, "Daddy and Mommy have told me how what to do if a stranger comes up to me." Ciera's Grandmother asks, "how's that honey?" Ciera calmly sets her piece of toast down on the plate, places her hands on her hips, shuts her eyes, and begins to scream at the top of her lungs, still in Denny's mind you "STRANGER, STRANGER, STRANGER, HELP, HELP" Of course everyone in the restaurant turned startled and horrified at what was going on. The Grandparents were a little embarrassed. Ceira said, "see!?" with a big smile, she picked up her toast and very matter of the factly continued to eat.
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