Henry: Mommy, am I white?
Me: (long pause while I gather my thoughts and line up the right words) Well, Henry, you are actually kind of beige and pink. But it doesn't really matter what color your skin is. Colors don't tell you anything about the inside of a person--and that's the part that matters. So white, beige, pink---none of that is important.
Henry: What? Am I white?
Me: (deep breath) Well see, people aren't really white or black but their skin can be all different colors in between and everyone's color is perfect for them.
Henry: No. I mean am I white in swim lessons...is white my color wristband? You know, for being a Starfish.
Me: Yes, Henry. You are white.
|Ahh, driving after bedtime. Now that's more like it.|