Recently Brady and I had a serious conversation. His choice. We were discussing birthdays. He was about to go to a birthday party for little girl Emily. Not just a birthday party - a party at Bounce Jungle. He thinks it is the coolest place on the planet. Here goes it:
Brady: Emily and Sarah have birthdays on the same day. Just like me and Cole. Our birthdays are on the same day.
Me: That's cool. Is Sarah having a birthday party, too?
Brady: Yeah. But, it's a Barbie party. Only girls. Well, one boy is going. Cameron.
Me: That's nice, Brady. They must be good friends. Don't worry, you'll have fun at Bounce Jungle.
Brady: Cameron has brown skin.
Me: What do you mean?
Brady: You know...His skin...is the color brown. Like, Tyiana's. Her skin is brown, too.
Me: That's nice, Brady. Is he your friend? Do you guys play tag? (Brady's favorite playground game)
Brady: Yeah. We're friends. We play at recess.
Me: That's nice, Brady. You have lots of friends.
Brady: Mom? How do you get brown skin?
Me: Well...you're just born that way, Buddy. Kind of cool, huh? It's kind of like how you were born with brown hair but some of your friends have blond hair.
Brady: Oh, okay. But, how do I get brown skin?
Me: Do you want brown skin, Brades?
Me: Sorry, Buddy. You can't. You weren't born with brown skin. You can't change that.
Brady: Oh, okay.
I'm doing something right.
Either that - or, this just shows how much he looooves Rock Obama.