it’s only skin deep

“What color is her skin?” our three-year-old asked when I said we were going to walk to our neighbor’s house to look at her garden plot.

“I don’t want to have black skin like daddy,” I heard him say after dinner.

Okay, I got the hint the second time. “God made all different colors of skin and they’re all beautiful…” I began. I’m sure it won’t be the last time we visit this topic.

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