My six-year-old doesn't know much about social constructs of race—he knows that there's a huge spectrum of skin colors, but his innocent mind has not yet been sullied with labels. Recently, however, he's begun thinking of his own ethnic identity and reaching certain conclusions:
Ben: "I'm [light brown ethnicity] like Daddy."
Me: "All [light brown ethnicity]? You're not white, too? Like Mommy?"
Ben: "No."
Me: "Not even half?"
Ben offers helpfully: "My butt is white..."
My entire genetic and cultural heritage can be boiled down to pasty buttocks...which do indeed run in my family.
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I love Ben. My butt is white too.
Mine is large and rather pale. Maybe I'm related to Ben too?
I must be your cousin. Funny, I never see you at the Pasty White Butt Family Reunion (but there are SO many of us)....
I guess I must be a distant offshoot cousin myself. I come from the Huge White Pasty Cellulite-Ridden Jello-Butt branch of the family.
;-)
Better than his butt being a pasty green.
How dear that his definition is so pure and innocent. Count me in to the butt-white family too.
so who's orange?
(my butt's dark-brownish)
Best post evar!
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