Brown and sensitive
Olivia told me her classmate was having a birthday. We'll call him K.
"Who is K?" I asked. I know some but not all of her first grade class.
"He sits in the front by the teacher," she said.
"Nope," I shook my head.
"He had that blue shirt today," she continued.
"Hmm. Nope," I said.
"Poky hair?" she offered.
"Can't place him. Do I read with him (when I volunteer)?" I tried.
"Yes. He's brown, he's sensitive," she described.
Brown and sensitive. Not even a hint of racism or sarcasm.
He is a very tan local kid - probably some Hawaiian-Portuguese-Chinese blend. I have no idea about the sensitive part. Funny, how kids' brains work.
"Dark, Honey. We call that dark," I (politically) corrected.
Wait. Maybe his last name is actually Brown. I'll check tomorrow.
Siging off for now, Pale and Harried