*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.
song dog sally 