So I was sitting on the couch with my son today, and he said something kind of funny, yet very insightful. This won’t be a long post, but I wanted to share it with everyone, because it made me think.

Son: Dad, why do we call everyone that isn’t white, people of color.

Me: I don’t know, why do you ask.

Son: shouldn’t it be the opposite.

(I thought for a  second before I responded) Me: I don’t know, why do you say that.

Son: When you press on my skin, it doesn’t change color, but when I press on your skin it changes color.

Can’t really argue with logic.

A little something to think about. I thought it was very funny and at the same time he was trying to process race and why we have classifications of color. I guess ultimately, maybe we should just call people, people, and not classify them by the color of skin, but more by ‘the content of their character,’ as Martin Luther King so elegantly stated.