Nick and I told Sophia that if she went poop on the potty for a whole month, she could pick out a special prize at Target. Of course, she chose a new doll—she’s really into dolls right now.
While we were checking out, the cashier looked at Sophia and asked if she was going to a birthday party. We just stared at her, confused. Then the cashier pointed to the doll and asked if Sophia had picked it out for a friend.
Sophia didn’t say anything, so I explained that the doll was a reward for her being fully potty trained. The cashier looked confused and then asked Sophia, “Are you sure this is the doll you want, honey?”
Sophia finally spoke up and said, “Yes, please!” But the cashier replied, “She doesn’t look like you. We have other dolls that look more like you.”
I felt angry, but before I could say anything, Sophia answered, “Yes, she does. She’s a doctor like I’m a doctor. And I’m a pretty girl and she’s a pretty girl. See her pretty hair? And her stethoscope?”
Thankfully, the cashier dropped the subject and just said, “Oh, that’s nice.”
That moment reminded me that kids don’t think skin color matters. Just like with hair or eye color, they see beauty in every shade.
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