Open thread at dinner:
Marcel: My soccer games. I don’t really like it. I’m only going to try it one more time.
Marcel: Because there are too many people.
Me: On the filed, or watching?
Marcel: Watching. I just want it to be me and all the the soccer players. I don’t like other people that I don’t know so close to me.
Sam: I don’t know.
Marcel: What do you want to talk about Sam?
Sam: Um. That um. Sometimes my brother says I did things that I didn’t do.
Me: What about the fact that Kindergarten is almost over?
Sam: I’m a little freaked that I’m going into 1sr grade.
Me: How is that different?
Sam: I’ve never been.
Me: What is one great thing about being a Brown skinned person? Something you get to do, or be that I don’t know?
Sam: I have more girlfriends then you have boyfriends.
Me: What is it about being Brown that is special?
Sam: Only I can do a flip in a pool.
Me: Anything else I should know?
Sam: Only that White people are better than Brown.
Me: (Insert a couple of minutes dispelling that here) Do you feel that way in school?
Sam: All the time.
Marcel: I am creamy. Sometimes I feel like I am yellow.
Me: Yellow? Why?
Marcel: I’m just kidding.
Sam: Brown is Pele’s color, and he is the best.
Marcel: Sometimes I am like a god.
Me: Huh. What does that mean?
Marcel. No! I am in God.
Me: What does that mean?
Marcel: I don’t know.
When was the last time you asked your kids if they could tell the world anything what would it be? If I didn’t force the issues, I’d probably learn a lot more. (It’s hard for me to just listen.) I have the laptop open as the boys talk, and catch it verbatim. They understand that this is for “Mama C”. That may influence their input. I always read these posts over to the boys for their “OK” prior to publishing.