Thanks for posting this; I'd heard about it but not seen it. I have a photo of my husband and me with my sister's four kids and I'm carrying one of them. My husband's grandson, who was six at the time, pointed to the picture and asked me, "What's his name?" I said, "Which one?" since there are three boys and Ashton replied, "The one in your arms." The one in my arms is from Ethiopia while my niece is from China and the two boys my sister gave birth to are blonde. Ashton didn't say "The black kid"; he identified him as the one in my arms, not by the colour of my skin. I learned a lot in that moment. It's so simple, isn't it?
Thanks for posting this; I'd heard about it but not seen it.
ReplyDeleteI have a photo of my husband and me with my sister's four kids and I'm carrying one of them. My husband's grandson, who was six at the time, pointed to the picture and asked me, "What's his name?" I said, "Which one?" since there are three boys and Ashton replied, "The one in your arms."
The one in my arms is from Ethiopia while my niece is from China and the two boys my sister gave birth to are blonde. Ashton didn't say "The black kid"; he identified him as the one in my arms, not by the colour of my skin. I learned a lot in that moment. It's so simple, isn't it?
That's sweet. I love to hear things like that. Yes, it's so simple.
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