I’m not Racist

Yesterday a second grader was upset because a fourth grader called him racist. And, it almost erupted into a fight.

Me: Why did you call him racist?

Fourth Grader: Because we were talking about a boy and instead of saying his name, he said, who the black boy?

Me: Well, what color is the boy? Is he black?

Fourth Grader: Yes, but he should have used his name!

Second Grader: But I didn’t know his name! I’m not racist!

Fourth Grader: I’m sorry for calling you racist.

Me: Can you guys just shake on it? It’s time to go home.

They shook hands.

Second Grader Father: What happened?

Second Grader: He called me racist. And I am not racist like Donald Trump! I just didn’t know the boy’s name. I’m really not racist like Donald Trump!!

Parent: Did you hear that Ms. Lilly? What are we supposed to say?

Me: Silent. img_9848

Happy 2017!!

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My eldest and youngest sisters praising God for the New Year. It was so packed, we found out the only way for us to sit together would be to sit on the the choir stand.

And like the man on the bus told me today, may God bless you with peace and prosperity this year and IF many more come (when he told me that, I thought really quick about how 2016 went…)

Some of My Mothers

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This is me at church on a slow but very eventful Wednesday night. Some of the mothers were on their way to Italy and I had my camera so made their going away service a bit more fun by snapping photos.

Mother Elise (and aunt) brought me back a small Italian puse.