My son comes to me. Touches my face. This is black. Touches his face. What's this? Oh Shyt! Are we REALLY having THIS convo NOW?!
I look at him. Touch his face & say. This is brown. Touch my face & say. This is Black AND brown. He does the same. Says we're both brown
He seems happy to understand we're both brown. He's off to play with trains. I'm left wondering how to cope, prepare and educate.
I didn't expect my morning to start with that kind of conversation. My head and heart hurts. I'm going to find a dark corner for a few....
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