"Mommy, why do all the kids from that school have dark skin?"
"Good question Emma." I'm stalling to organize my thoughts. She's right. Only their teacher is white. "The school a kid goes to depends on where they live. The neighborhood those kids are from must have a lot of families with dark skin. "
"But why?" She asks.
"That's not a simple question to answer, Emma."
Just then Mouse's class arrives, excited, breathless, and all colors of the rainbow, though decidedly white. Mouse runs off to join them.
I put an arm around Emma and head for the door. "Let's go," I say, all the while planning a very different field trip.