Kellen's new twin

   "Kellen, I want to tell you something about our new president." Kellen was eating his waffles this morning, wrapped up in his blue star blanket. 

"Look, Mom! These stars glow up in the dark." He throws the blanket over my head.

"Hey, they sure do. I didn't know that." I toss the blanket off and reach for the front page of yesterday's Wichita Eagle. "Listen Kellen, look at this picture of Obama. What color is his skin?"

"He's our first black president! Kiera says it's a good thing but Gracie says it's a bad thing."

"Yes, he's black, but did you know he's also mixed? His mom is white and his dad is black, just like you." Kellen holds his hand next to Obama's face in the photo. They are both the color of creamy caramel. 

"His hair's even like mine. He could be my father — or my twin!"

"Yep, you look a lot alike." I say. "You remember when we were talking about the slaves in America?"

"Yes."

"Well some people are still prejudiced against black people, like your friend Gracie. Prejudiced means they judge people before they even know them, just because their skin's a certain color."

"Some white people feel a little bit kicked out." Kellen says.

"That's exactly right. Black people all over the world are inspired by Obama because they think if he can be president maybe they can be something too. Just think, you could even be president someday! Or anything else you want to be, whatever you want to be."

Kellen stands up tall, wraps his blanket around his shoulders like a cape and parades around the kitchen crowing, "I'm the blue star president!"

Comments

[alexis]

I still love the American dream.

And thanks for the card - funny and cynical! :)

[Karen]

You're welcome, Alexis. And thanks to Jon for introducing me to the highly irreverant ecards at http://www.someecards.com/.