Meazi

5:30 am, Meazi rolls over and says, "Mommy, let's get up." I ask her for ten more minutes. We slowly make our way to the living room. I turn on my computer. I ask her if she wants to see the painting Yaddi made for the fundraiser. I click on it and Meazi says,

"Oh mom! It's just what Martin Luther King Jr. wanted. People living in peace, vanilla and chocolate. I guess that is what Yaddi wants too."

Despite the obvious mistake about the middle Ethiopian, I still thought it was pretty profound for five years old and 5:40 in the morning.