The innocence of babes is alive and well… even if it’s for just a few short years.
Koala and I were looking at a book last night. He pointed to a picture of a brown-skinned teacher.
Pointing lower, “what’s that?”
“What’s the brown?”
I’ve been wondering when he’d ask.
“That’s her skin.” I rubbed my arms and face. “Do you see your skin? It’s everywhere.”
He rubbed his face.
“Her skin is brown. What color is your skin?”
Koala looked at his arms and hands.
“Ok… what color is Bebe’s?”
He looks over at her on the floor. “Green.”
I laugh. “There are different colors. But everybody has skin.”
[This post is dedicated to my brothers. And terrible journalism].
Why this is an article in Ynet is beyond me. But, then again, there’s Ynet for ya.
The breaking news:
This past summer, the popular Power Rangers have returned to Israeli television screens.
They’ve entered their 18th season, making it an intergenerational show, a show that conquered our generation in the 1990s and is now swaying our children’s generation.
This better not ‘sway’ my children’s generation. It was horrifically dumb when my youngest brother was obsessed with them and me and my brother made him nuts over it (sorry bro).
I mean, seriously? The black kid was the Black Ranger and the Yellow Ranger was an Asian?