Breakfast. Alice was randomly jibber jabbering away about all sorts of nonsense. Then:
Alice: Mighty white and mighty black. Which one is closer to your color? Mighty white? Or mighty black?
The Mama: Well, my hair is awfully dark so it is closer to mighty black. And my eyes are brown, so they are closer to mighty black.
Alice: What about you?
The Mama: You mean my skin? Well, that’s tough. (I pointed to the black coffee in the white mug that I was conveniently holding right that instant) It is sort of in between. It is more of a light tan color.
Alice: Well, tan is like light brown, so you’re more like mighty black.
Living with The Kidling who knows neither classification nor category is mighty refreshing, no?