Joey came to me Friday night while I was laying in bed watching TV with his normal, “Mom! I have something else to tell you about school.” He’s smart because he knows I want to hear what he did in school, but doesn’t spill the beans about what he did that day until after he’s supposed to be in bed.
This happens every night.
Anyway, Friday he came in and told me what he learned about Martin Luther King, Jr. and the conversation went something like this:
Me: Come on, Joey. It’s been another long day. Get.to.bed.
Joey: But Mom, I have to tell you about school. It was totally serious today. I learned about Martin Luther King Jr.
Me: (Sigh) Okay, Joey. Tell me what you learned about Dr. King.
Joey: Okay, first do you know about Sybil Liberties?
Me: (Tries not to laugh thinking that all personalities should be treated equal). Do you mean Civil liberties?
Joey: That’s what I said.
Me: Okay, sorry. Yes, I know about Civil Liberties. What exactly did you discuss?
Joey: There was a woman who was on a bus and she sat on a white seat on the right side of the bus. Then she got arrested. Just for that, Mom. Can you believe that? Did you know that, Mom?
Me: Yes, Joey. I do know what you’re talking about (I think). You mean Rosa Parks? She was sitting in a seat on a bus and she refused to get up so a white person could sit down. They did arrest her for that and she became a very important part of the civil rights movement. Not really sure if it was the right or left side of the bus…
Joey: Oh, it was the right side and it was a white seat.
Me: No, Joey the seat wasn’t white. It was for a white person. Uh, what else did you learn?
Joey:No, the seat was white too, Mom.
Me: Okay, we’re losing the valuable parts of the story now, Joey.
Joey: Well, anyway Mom, she knew Martin Luther King, Jr. She would have round ups with him….
Me: Not round ups, rallies.
Joey: Yeah, rallies. And Martin Luther King, Jr. said we should all be treated the same and get along together. Then he was shot and he went right to heaven.
Me: Yes, Joey, Dr King did believe that we should all be treated equally. He thought that no matter who you were and what you looked like you should have the same rights and he was fighting against what we call racial discrimination. Did you talk about what that means?
Joey: Yes, we did. We read it in a book. He thought that no matter if you’re white, yellow, brown, black, red or purple with orange spots you should be treated the same. Except if you’re blue.
Me: Blue? Why blue? You can be white, yellow, brown, black, red or purple with orange spots, but you can’t be blue?
Joey: If you’re blue, you should probably go to the hospital.
Me: Go to bed.
I’ll cut the kid a break, he is only in Kindergarten and I do think he got the important parts of the message. I’ll try to reinforce the lesson tomorrow before bedtime.