We stopped at a Pizza Hut somewhere in Alabama. We went in to order. We were met with a very sweet country waitress. I’m from Tennessee so if I think she’s country…wow, she’s country. She says as we walk in…hey is she adopted. We were like yes (used to this line of questioning). She sits at our table and proceeds to tell us that she could tell. Um, I’d hope so she’s from Korea. Next, she asks (in front of my daughter) do we love her as much as our real children. REALLY? NO, REALLY? We patiently answer, in front of her, that yes she is just as loved as the others. Then we get the, did you adopt her from children’s services. Ok about now we’re getting irritated and trying to move her along. She finally takes our order. I mean really I should have said something to her about how to ask such questions in front of my sweet child and any other. I just didn’t feel like getting into it at the time. I should have given her the education she so rightly needed. Sigh, hello world. Abby is my daughter, I love her as much as children I gave birth too, she is not treated any better or worse, she is just simply loved. We don’t even really think of her as adopted. She’s just ours. Ugh, uneducated people get on my nerves. (and I don’t mean those without a college degree!!!!