*at this time of year I change colors in the sun faster and more drastically than others so my skin color becomes a frequent topic of conversation. Someone thought I was Native American. I’m Italian – I get dark.
With that said:
I have a friend who helps me at work.
She’s three.
One of her parents is white and one is black; she is a lovely combination of the two.
We were cracking eggs together today, and she looked down at my hands then looked up at me, “Sally, you are mighty white.”
She’s three.