Nick and I promised Sophia that if she used the potty for one month, she could choose a special prize from Target. She of course chose a new doll. The obsession is real.
While we were checking out, the cashier inquired about Sophia’s attendance at a birthday celebration. We both stared at her blankly. She then pointed to the doll and asked Sophia whether she had chosen her as a friend.
Sophia continued to stare blankly, so I informed the cashier that she was a prize for Sophia being entirely potty trained. The woman looked at me puzzledly, then turned to Sophia and asked, “Are you sure this is the doll you want, honey?”
Sophia eventually found her voice and replied, “Yes, please!” The cashier said, “But she doesn’t look like you. We have lots of other dolls that look more like you.”
I grew enraged right away, but Sophia cut me off with, ““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 see her stethoscope?” Thankfully, the cashier opted to leave the issue and simply say, “Oh, that’s nice.”
This encounter reinforced my conviction that humans are not born with the notion that color matters.
Skin, like hair and eyes, comes in a variety of colors, and each shade is lovely.
