When I was growing up, we lived in a very tiny town in southern New Mexico. Mostly white, some Hispanic families and one black family. During a weekly grocery shopping spree, my 3 y/o brother sees Mrs. Bean (yes, that was really her name), and asks, "are you black all over?"

Without missing a beat, she … Read more

I'd usually just leave. If I'm in a situation that I can't leave, I usually put the "auto nod" on, when they are done talking, I couldn't tell your what was said!

Smile and laugh, nod my head and then pay attention to something else.