Smurf Diversity

The other morning, as Hannah Jane stood on a stool in front of the mirror to have her hair done, she said, “Man! I am getting pale like you, Momma!” I kind of smiled and said she was my girl so she might be paper white like I am. She paused and said, “I’m gonna’ look like a Smurf.” Huh? I wondered what she meant by that. “I’ll be so pale I’ll look like a Smurf.” I told her that Smurfs are blue and she followed with, “What?!?! All Smurfs are blue? You mean there’s no diversity? Oh, how sad!”

Crack me up! We’re talking about a 5 year old here, and she is all torn up that an imaginary breed of whatever Smurfs are has no variety of skin tone. We were happy to hear this, considering we now live in a fairly non-diverse town. I suppose as long as she keeps caring about cartoon diversity, we know she hasn’t been too ill effected by our living here. And Joe says it’s evidence that the Baha’is have worked their happy magic on her (whatever that means).

Hunter walked in on the discussion and immediately said, “I diverse too! I am diverse!” and gave a little stomp of his foot for emphasis. He, being 2, obviously doesn’t get what it means but I am so in love with hearing such big, caring words come out of such little mouths that it doesn’t matter. It melts my heart.