again.

Last night I brought my boys to a neighbor's impromptu birthday party for her son.  I didn't know anyone there but her and her kids.  An Israeli guy came in holding his baby daughter.  The baby reached out for me, so I asked if I could hold her and the dad obliged.  So I'm holding her and he asks me who my kids are and I tell him, and there's a pause for a while, more party talk, whatever.  Then a few minutes later he goes, "so, how did your kids end up with hebrew names? How did that come to be?" And I looked at him and probably turned red because I was embarrased because once again I knew he was looking at me and thinking "she's obviously not jewish" and it was a totally awkward moment.  I said "Because they come from a jewish family." It was the most appropriate response I could come up with.
Ugh.  I feel like who I am does not jive with people's expectations of what's supposed to be.
Fuck what's supposed to be.