My 3 year old was examining her wound that had temporarily scarred a lighter color than her cocoa skin. She said to me, "I am turning cream."
You are?!
"Yes."
But I like your cocoa. I will be sad if you turn cream.
"I am going to tuhn cream when I am five. And you can't cry or be sad."
But I really like your cocoa. Why do you want to be cream?
"Uh...to be like The Princess."
But your cocoa is pretty on you, and The Princess's cream is pretty on her.
"Mom I am telling you dis. I am not telling Dad or the Princess or The Pixie. I am going to turn cream when I am five."
Then we spent five minutes looking online at photos of cream mommies and their cocoa babies.
She thought that was a hoot.
