The Black Ghost and Black Jesus

This all happened on this past Sunday.....I woke up to Meredith crying because she drew Daddy a black ghost and he didn't like it. It wasn't that he didn't like it....it was where she drew her black ghost.

As you can see, the black ghost is on the wall of the playroom, in Sharpie. Really cute, but I can understand why Daddy wasn't completely thrilled with it.
So we move on from the black ghost issue, and go to church. Now, we just got all of these new statues in our church, and one of them is of Mother Teresa holding a black baby. Now, we really try and make sure the girls know that the color of your skin doesn't matter, and they understand that. Melanie even understands that you really shouldn't bring the color of someone's skin up, because it doesn't matter as long as they are a good person. Meredith doesn't get that yet. She sat there through the entire mass shouting, "Mommy, dat's black Jesus. Why is Jesus black? Technically, Jesus is white!" Now, maybe if she had said it once, it would have been okay. Maybe if she had been whispering, it would have been fine. Maybe if there wasn't a black man in the pew in front of us, it would have been all right. But NOPE! She said it LOUDLY at least SIX times with a black man in front of us, who moved seats halfway through church! The guy probably thought we were the biggest racists! There's a proud mommy moment for me!