Martin Luther King

Lex and I were sitting on the bottom step of our stairs battling it out on Draw Something together, when all of a sudden she got very quiet and says: I feel bad for Martin Luther King.  I ask her why? She then tells me in such a somber little voice: well, Martin luther King was best friends with a white boy, and the white boy's dad said they couldn't be friends and Martin Luther didn't understand why and then he died.  Isn't that awful, Mommy?  

My child.  She has the biggest heart out of anyone I know.