Yesterday when the whole family was gardening and playing outside, LittleMan yelled across the yard, "Papa, you are brown!"
I was bouncing up and down on a blue yoga ball and tossing a little red soccer ball at LM to teach him to catch. "What color is LittleMan?"
"What color is mamae?"
"You're white." he said matter-a-factually
"What color is the baby?"
"Brown!" he was excited about this.
I think the afternoon sun brought out the melanin and darkness in their skin tone.
It's funny because Mari always jokes that LM is his little twin in the white chocolate flavor, and the GirlFriend is my little twin in the dark chocolate flavor.