Lately, the girls get upset when they don’t get to do something first. (Walk out the door, get in the car, etc.) As we walked home from the playground the other day, a woman walked past us, and quickly ran up the stairs before us. Kendall yelled out, “Hey, lady, I said WE go first!”

I have a light pink dress shirt that I like to wear to work occasionally. Although my coworkers poke fun at it, I’ve received many compliments for wearing such a colorful shirt and being “manly” enough to wear pink.

Last week, as I walked to my car in the morning, Kendall (3) waved goodbye to me from the balcony. “Hey dad,” she yelled, “your shirt matches my pink dress!”

The girls haven’t really grasped the concept of race. Instead, they refer to people based on the color of their shirt.

So when Morgan (3) wanted to know about the fellow park visitors she asked, “Mom, what’s that blue mom’s name is? Mom, what’s that brown boy’s name is?”

It wasn’t embarrassing until we realized that the little boy wearing the brown shirt was also African American.