My son was 2 and thought every black man was his dad. When we were at the market, he called a random stranger “Daddy!!” and ran to him and hugged him.
The guy actually picked him up and said, “I’m not your dad but hey, buddy!”
My son was 2 and thought every black man was his dad. When we were at the market, he called a random stranger “Daddy!!” and ran to him and hugged him.
The guy actually picked him up and said, “I’m not your dad but hey, buddy!”
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