My 4 year-old daughter just told the cashier at Target, who is African-American, that she is black like her. Yeah, I kid you not. (Please note, my daughter is actually pasty pasty white – like one of those skin colors that you think desperately needs a tan.) So why did she say that? Well she decided to color marker all over her body and her color choice for her arm was black. She thought that it would be awesome to let the cashier know that they had something in common – their skin color.
Lucky for me, the cashier loved it. She put out her arm and they compared their two colors. It was extremely kind of that woman and you better believe that I’m going to go back and get a Target credit card from her next time she asks…. Ok, that’s probably not true because those cards are deadly and I’ll end up buying fancy hair products that don’t work just to save that whopping %5, but I will definitely be making her my favorite cashier. That is until my daughter colors her arm orange and we’ll have to try to find one of those teenage cashiers that over uses fake tanning sprays…
