tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042451.post-76403321420239790752008-02-07T21:45:00.000-08:002008-02-07T22:01:56.832-08:00As I've noted elsewhere, my wife and I don't share the same pigment. She's has darker skin, being of Mexican and Mediterranean extraction, while I have a complexion closer to Moby Dick, i.e. very white. <br /><br />So Ruby is cursed with my Albion shade, and Owen's relative darkness is endless fascinating to her. <br /><br />The result is odd conversation like this one that transpired today in the bathroom:<br /><br />Ruby: "Owen, Abraham Lincoln saved your life."<br /><br />Owen: "Why?"<br /><br />Ruby: "He made you free, because he made dark people not be slaves."<br /><br />Owen: "I'm not a slave, Ruby."<br /><br />Ruby: "If it weren't for Abraham Lincoln, you wouldn't even be allow to live with us."<br /><br />Ruby has been learning about the Civil Rights movement in school, and it's interesting to see her apply her new knowledge. <br /><br />For example, she was sitting on the heater vent one cold morning a few weeks ago. Owen wanted a turn and since she had been sitting on it for most of the before school morning routine, it seemed fair that Owen got a shot at it. Plus he was dressed and she was still in her damn PJs.<br /><br />Me: "Ruby, get up, Owen gets a now, okay?"<br /><br />Ruby shakes her head with big soulful eyes. <br /><br />Me: "C'mon, Ru."<br /><br />Ruby:<b> "I shall not be moved."</b><div class="blogger-post-footer">This came from Bastard of Art and Commerce, just so you know. bastardofaandc.blogspot.com</div>Greg Millshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11362936189772706298noreply@blogger.com