But while the band was warming up Emrie struck up a conversation with one of the staff members who happened to be a student at CCU. She was wearing soccer shorts and had her socks pulled up to her knee caps so Emrie naturally asked her if she was a soccer player. The young lady informed Em that she only wore the socks high to protect her from mosquito bites, to which Emrie replied, "They don't bite me. They don't like black skin."
I first laughed at her rather odd response. After all, she's right in that the mosquitos seem to leave her alone, opting to draw blood from every exposed limb I have. But I got to thinking. Why would she refer to her skin tone as black? I've never described it as that. Her mom never described it as that. Sure, we've discussed her darker skin tone a time or two but we've always assured her that God gave her that pretty skin at birth. Oh, and you should hear the blunt but hillarious statements from her toddler friends who are perceptive enough to realize her skin is darker than theirs. But even they have never used the term "black" [that I know of]. So where did she pick it up?
Her skin color is what it is - a beautiful shade of brown - and frankly, I'm a bit jealous as to the incredible tan she maintains year round but I do find it interesting that she's picked up this cultural description for those who are blessed to have a darker skin color. Kids are so perceptive.
Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight...
Our latest trip to the Cincy Zoo