Via my guiltiest pleasure, “ohnotheydidnt“– behold, Ikhyd Edgar Arular Bronfman (click to enlarge):
I can’t believe Ikhyd is so big! He is almost 18-months old. The last time we showed you a picture of him, it was almost exactly a year ago; Abhi, alarmed by Ikhyd’s onesie, was ardently pleading with PETA to take on the cause of albino ladybugs. No word on whether PETA has made any progress with that, but there are plenty of words about Mathangi’s new album (mixed reviews) and cute offspring (certified hit). On a wholly superficial and politically incorrect note, I’m always fascinated by babies, specifically how they turn out– it’s so interesting to see which parent they take after. And no, let me issue the obligatory disclaimer: I don’t believe that interracial children are automatically extra-gorgeous, I will not be so cliche-ridden and insensitive as to generalize, stereotype and deny that a few of them, like the rest of us, are quite plain looking. They are not magical hybrids, blah blah blah.
No, it’s more of a pure sense of wonder at how the genetic lottery works. I have a distant cousin (100% Malayalee, wears the same shade of makeup I do) who married a very Irish person; her baby looks white. Not ethnic at all. Black Irish, if anything. On his father’s side, Ikhyd’s grandmother is African-American and his grandfather is white and Jewish (and reeeeeally rich); this beautiful baby boy is black, white and brown but he looks mad desi to me– like a little kid I’d see running around at church or a family party. Whatevs, yo. Yenjoy some cute with your day.