we are all the same on the inside.

 

 

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.