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Out of the mouths of babes:
My 8 year old son "Why do they call me white when I'm kind of pinkish peach?"
My daughter, on her first day of kindergarten: "There's a girl in my class who is beautiful! Her skin is chocolate! I wish mine was like that."
My son, again, probably when he was 6 "I don't know why they call some people black. They aren't black, they're brown. And I really hate that whole slavery thing. That was just wrong!"
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