Why I almost cried

So last night, after our evening routine of trying to pick up all the toys strewn about the abode by our three year old daughter, she asked about doing something today. I said I had to go to work, but she didn't.

"Why?" she asked.
"Because it's a holiday."
"What holiday is it?"

And this is where I tried to explain how Martin Luther King (I left off the "Jr." to avoid confusion) got a lot of people together to make sure everyone treated each other the same no matter what their skin color is. She grasped the concept fairly well (considering she's only three), but it was difficult to explain why today is celebrated and how important King was to our society.

Anyway, she got the idea of what he did. Kind of funny when she looked at my hand and then hers and said "My skin is the same color as yours. What color is Mommy's?" So she got the idea, but didn't know why we celebrated today. I explained that today was his birthday and because he did such a big, important thing, everyone celebrated his birthday.

So she said she wanted to make a birthday card for him.

And that, is why I love my little girl. You never know what she's going to do next. So if there's time, we'll have her make a birthday card for Martin Luther King today. I know her babysitter and her husband will get a kick out of it.