Australians.

I love how blithely inappropriate Australians can get.

For some reason this weekend - actually, because I saw an absolutely adorable little (black) kid with their mom walking around on Sunday, when it was such a nice day - I thought back to Easter brunch I had at the one Australian student in my program's place.

There, for some reason the conversation turned to about some cute (black) kid, and the one Australian student in my program was completely un-self-consciously like, "Oh, I love little black children, they're the cutest thing on earth. Like I always tell [name of her husband, the randy Episcopalian priest], I would have a child, if he could guarantee that it would be an adorable little black child."