it's just like oh okay yes ma'am

  • Sam: It's probably my mom. *Checks phone* Called it. Hi, Mother. It's Sam. Mm-hmm. Yes, ma'am. I'm at the home of Darren Shan. Mm-hmm. Yes, ma'am. We're-- we're just hanging out. Oh... Darren's parents. They're, uh-- they're in the other room. You would like to talk to Darren's dad? Oh, okay. Hold on a moment.
  • Darren: That's gonna be pretty hard since my dad thinks I'm dead.
  • Sam: I can't tell her that!
  • Darren: Mr. Crepsley, quick-- you have to pretend to be my dad to talk to Sam's mom.
  • Mr. Crepsley: *Takes the phone* Hello. This... is dad Shan. Yes. The children are playing swords. Sorry-- playing with swords. They are bleeding. Oh no, they are dead. Do not call again. *Hangs up the phone and hands it back to Darren* Sorry, I panicked.

I’m exhausted doing this board and the comic alongside work, but I’m enjoying it so much I might just keep going and do the next scene too! But if I don’t manage to this is something that happens

Today I had to explain to an old lady why I'm brown
  • Me, at church function: Hi Grandma! It's so good to see you! Let me know where you're sitting to eat okay? *kisses grandma's cheek*
  • Old White Lady: Is she your real grandma? Like, for real?
  • Me: ...Yes.
  • OWL: 0_o
  • Me: ...On my mom's side.
  • OWL: 0_o
  • Me: My dad's side is where I get the skin tone.
  • OWL: Oh! Okay! *Still looks like she's struggling to grasp the concept of biracial people*