I am a racist.

I guess so.  Hell, if you use the word racist, it means you're racist, even if you're speaking against racism.  If we truly want racism to go away, we stop talking about it.  But I digress... 

Today, I'm guessing I'm racist, because I have decided that there is absolutely NOTHING cuter than little black girls with old school big ole plastic balls at the end of their braids.  I have a set of 4 year old twin girls, that have a 3 year old sister that makes it look like their triplets, living in the other half of my duplex.  They are the sweetest, happiest little girls I have ever met. 

This morning, when I'm cussing under my breath, because I'm late, it's raining, I have a sore throat, my ear hurts, etc., etc., etc., these three little girls turned my whole day around.  They were standing on their porch out of the rain.  They had their back packs on over their little rain coats and started bouncing up and down, waving, making their braids clack, yelling, "Good Morning!", "Hi!", "Where's your doggies?", "We're going to school today!  Are YOU going to school today?", "I like your motorcycle!  I saw one on tv just like it!  It's nice!", "You're nice!".  So many questions and absolute statements, so much excitement and joy.  How could I not feel like jumping up and down in the rain to respond to them all, which I most certainly did! 

They had come down two steps in their exuberance, so I told them they better get back up on the porch and stop getting wet and got in my car.  All the while we're all waving back and forth at each other, my window down in spite of the rain, telling each other to have a good day.  I think I will thanks to them and I hope they do too.  I love little black girls.  :)