While we were waiting at the airport for my husband’s overdue flight to arrive, my kids noticed a black skinned young man sitting five feet away on a bench, facing us.
Son (very loudly): Mommy that man is all black!
Me: Yes, people come in all different colours.
I was torn between hiding in shame or laughing. The young man didn’t look at all offended so I figured that hiding in shame wasn’t called for.
Me: Because the world is more beautiful when there are more colors in it. Do you want to go get a snack?