If you find Angel, you get a lollipop or stickers when you tell the cashier.

So today Angel was over the Trader Joe's Oreo-style cookies. My mixed son saw Angel, pointed him out and then said he wanted the cookies.

I looked at them. They were called "creme filled cookies" or some shit. It was a relatively small bag, some weird winter scene on the front of the bag, and what looked like oreos.

I said, "These look like Oreos, you want them?"

"Yeah, Oreos!" said my mixed son excitedly.

I look at the bag again more closely.

"I don't know, buddy, I'm not sure these are going to taste like Oreos."

A Trader Joe's employee was stocking the shelves next to me.

"They don't taste like Oreos," he said, "I was disappointed."

"See, toldya buddy, let's go."

I thanked the cool Trader Joe's bro for the heads up.

And that is the end of my mixed son Trader Joe's story.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5863447&forum_id=2Vannesa#49863259)

My black wife is 70% African (mixed Western and eastern) and 30% European.

Rounding me up to 100% European, that leaves my mixed kids 65% European (white) and 35% African (black).

I'm really high so not sure if I did that math right but its something like that.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5863447&forum_id=2Vannesa#49871521)