Polly Pocket. Legos. Monopoly. Whatever catches their interest that day.
I’m reading something about the race differences in our culture when shouts of laughter grab my attention. And I look over.
And I keep looking.
I watch my half-Korean daughter play with her best fiends: an uber-white blond girl and an African-American boy.
Without thought to how diverse they were, they played.
They just enjoyed each other.
It made no difference that all three were different religions.
It made no difference what family dynamic they had at home.
All they wanted to know was if you’d trade Illinois for two railroads.
It was all that mattered.
And in the grand scheme of thing isn’t it ALL THAT SHOULD MATTER?