Child at my son’s school (to me): Why are you white and he’s black?
Before I can say a word, my son cheerfully replies: I’m not black, I’m brown!
Like a boss.
Child at my son’s school (to me): Why are you white and he’s black?
Before I can say a word, my son cheerfully replies: I’m not black, I’m brown!
Like a boss.
Someone will always be prettier. Someone will always be smarter. Someone will always be younger. But they will never be you.
Source: believeinrecovery
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