He Was A Peaceful Loving Man

Who?

Not me.  I'm crayyyy.  Yup, some dude bumped his shopping cart into mine and I took his children and sold them on E-Bay.

It's Martin Luther King we're talking about here.  That peaceful loving dude.  I'm not going to wax poetic about the man.  I'll leave that up to my 5-year-old mop-head, EGB.  She's in kindergarten where she's learning real stuff, with real teachers, and how to fight boys.

I asked her what she learned in school and she didn't give me the ol, "nuthin'".  I got real answer that let's you into the psyche of a youngster.  They tell it to you straight.

EGB for President of this whole damn place.

Side note--a few days after this, she started weeping at the dinner table.  I asked her why and she told me she felt "so sad that the brown people were treated the way they were by the white people.  And it was just because they were brown."  She felt it all.  Internalized the pain of history.

Leave it up to a 5-year-old to see and feel the world as it should be--fair.   I know that big heart is going to crush her someday, but it's my hope that she dreams as big as her heart.  If so, we'll all win.

Stay true to your hearts little ones.