Small Talk
Brown and sensitive
March 3rd, 2014

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

One Response to “Brown and sensitive”

  1. keoni:

    Gee Diane, looks like you're walking on eggshells here! ­čś» ­čść

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