We are blessed to live in a very diverse neighborhood and have a fabulous set of neighbors in this diversity, as you've heard me brag about before.
O was at the playground this morning and was telling me that he was playing with a girl. I asked him what she looked like, to see if I could recall meeting her before.

People are "vanilla", "chocolate", even "coffee". It's just how they look and how to describe them to someone else. Clearly that's the only reason he even uses terms to differentiate. There's no reason to, otherwise.
So I encourage his flavor-descriptions. So does J, my nanny, who is a different "flavor" than me.
Is this the "right" way to handle it? I don't know. We're just doing our best, trying to teach him (and ultimately G) that all people are the same. They're people. They might look different but that's about it.
Next time you need to describe someone...maybe use a flavor, and see how it feels.
2 comments:
Oh that, O! I like the idea of flavors so much. He's taught me something today. Thanks!
Let's see, I would think of you as "cherry" only because you are always cheery and when I see you in pink or cherry colors -that's why.
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