When I was little and growing up in the former-USSR, I called my parents’ friends either Aunt or Uncle with their name appended. My African-American husband did the same when he was a boy living in Harlem.
But, in 2012 in New York City, it isn’t quite as simple anymore.
Our two oldest sons go to a very traditional school, where all teachers and other adults are addressed as Mr., Mrs., Miss, or Ms. (It’s actually pretty funny, the door of one kindergarten classroom lists the teachers’ names as Mrs. X, Miss Y, and Ms. Z.) As a result, all of their schoolmates’ parents are also formally referred to. Read the rest of this entry →