All Different Colors

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.

Son: Why?

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?

 

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About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home. I love Mondays because I can return to the world of adults, go to the bathroom alone and have nearly uninterrupted conversations with others.
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4 Responses to All Different Colors

  1. Well played. My daughter once said that a young lady was brown and she got all indignant about it. Uh, she’s 2 and you are fucking brown you bitch!

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