Sometimes it’s nanny, sometimes it’s babysitter or neighbor, but being asked if I was their grandmother was a first for me. At times, the question is about adoption . . . “Where did you get her?” The questions come from complete strangers, usually white people. The need to figure out this “puzzle,” and what a white woman is doing at the store (insert anywhere public here) with these children is tangible. Maybe they can’t imagine themselves with three bi-racial daughters and want to know more. For the most part, these interactions are not malicious, it’s more out of “polite” curiosity.