Aidan: Mama, why are you brown?
me: You mean, my skin?
Aidan: No. Why are you brown all over?
me: Because that's what I look like, that's how God made me.
Aidan: Why did God paint us all different colors?
me: So that each of us are different and special.
Aidan: I love you.
I could seriously just burst from his cuteness!
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