A white egg.
A brown egg.
But the insides still look alike.
She turned and asked me, “Mommy, what color am I? Am I white like Daddy? Or black like Martin Luther King and Poppi?”
Then she laughed when I said both.
And laughed harder when Ara asked why they were darker than me! LOL!
Either way, brown and white eggs (together) made something awfully delicious.
Happy MLK Day. ❤