greybeta | Kids were what the doctor ordered

You know, the 62 that I got on my statistics test kind of darkened my day.

But then today I volunteered to help read for kids at the Crosstown Learning Center, i.e. a church daycare for low income families.

It's strange. They told me that the kids might be more attached to me since I was a guy and many of them don't have a father figure in their lives. When they were paying attention, I read books for the kids. The rest of the time I just played around with them.

Kids have that innocence that I wish I had back. I read a story called "A Rainy Day to Remember." Predictably, it was about about a rainy day that would turn out to be memorable for the kid in the story. I smiled during the story, but it wasn't a smile of joy. It was a smile of amusement for the political correctness of it all. I was amused by the fact that the main kid was black and his friend that came over was white.

Then I looked around the room. There were eighteen month to three year old kids of black, white, and Hispanic influence. And there was an Asian college student reading them children's stories.

For a moment, I wished we could get all the world's leaders in a room and tell them children's stories.