Kaya in the tub : "Mom, I think my skin is turning a little bit brown"
Kaya two minutes later: "Mom, was Masey's skin black in Uganda?"
I find comments like that so adorable. Kaya has never mentioned that Masey's skin is black except one previous time before this when she just randomly in the car said that she wished she had brown skin like Masey's. I always explain how Heavely Father makes us all different colors and that Masey's tummy mom had black skin and so she does too. On the first day of preschool, I was talking to her teacher who told me that she immediately was drawn to a black little girl in her preschool class and wanted to play with her and sit by her. Another time, she went to a birthday party and again sought out the only African American child in the group. Later she told me that Masey would have liked to have been friends with that girl. When I asked why, she just smiled and said I don't know. I love the innocence of children and find it incredibally sad that intolerance is fostered by adults and passed on to their kids. How much more peaceful and loving would our world be if we viewed skin color through the eyes of a 3 year old?
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Elena (7 years old) was looking sad one day shortly after we FINALLY came home with Kendric and KaiaRose... we asked why. She replied, "I'll never have a big old afro like KaiaRose."
All KaiaRose wants is Elena's hair (or just one inch of hair!)
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