I was in the grocery store getting the Very Vanilla Silk brand soymilk, to which my 5-year-old is physically and psychologically addicted. The guy stocking the shelves was black (this will be relevant in a second). They were out of the Very Vanilla kind, and my wife had told me that the mere Vanilla was not an acceptable substitute.
I was explaining all this to Clark who then announced, “Hey, I wanna tell that brown man something.”
This was quite possibly one of the most alarming moments of my life. I think I saw the guy flinch, but I may have imagined it. I said, “OK buddy, what do you want to tell the man?” Clark then proceeded to tell him quite earnestly that we had earlier bought the last “purple milk” (the color of the Very Vanilla container).
So, in retrospect, did I make the right call? It’s sort of like when you’re telling a story at lunch, and food flies out of your mouth onto somebody else’s shirt. You know you did it, he knows you did it, you know he knows, etc. But yet you act as if nothing happened.