"Take a picture of my hair."
"What did you say girlfriend?'
"Can you please take a picture of my hair, Mama?"
"Because it's blonde."
"Why do you want me to take a picture of your blonde hair?"
"So all the people on the dot com know I have blonde hair." She opened up her arms and waved them all around to narrate the "all."
"Okay, Lola. Okay."
"How is this?" I flipped over my camera to show her the picture.
"Good. Very good. Very very very good."
"So. You really want me to put it on the dot com?"
"Yes, of course, Mama. People should know this news." She dramatically explained and I had to wonder... what's so special about being blonde that you have to blog about it?
A mere two days later....
"Why are people in Africa looking at my picture?" She asked me while I was flipping through my sister's online photo album of her pictures from Mali. One of the pictures was of village children looking through my sister's wallet sized family portraits.
"Well. Because you are different from them and you live far away from them. They are curious about you."
"Are they curious because I am blonde?"
"Exactly." I left it at that because her innocence was so sweet and I had no time to explain diversity and cultures just minutes before preschool drop off.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Posted by OHmommy at 12:05 AM