Nick and I told Sophia that after a full month of successfully using the potty, she could choose a special prize at Target. Naturally, she picked a new doll. The obsession was real, and we couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement.
While we were checking out, the cashier asked Sophia if she was going to a birthday party. We exchanged confused glances, unsure of where she was going with this. The cashier then pointed to the doll and asked if Sophia had picked it out for a friend.
Sophia continued to stare at the cashier, and I took the opportunity to explain that the doll was a reward for Sophia being fully potty trained. The woman seemed puzzled, so she turned to Sophia and asked, “Are you sure this is the doll you want, sweetie?”
It wasn’t long before Sophia finally spoke up, replying, “Yes, please!” The cashier, still looking unsure, questioned further, “But she doesn’t look like you. We have other dolls that look more like you.” At this point, I was starting to feel angry, but before I could say anything, Sophia confidently responded.
She said, “Yes, she does. She’s a doctor like I’m a doctor. And I’m a pretty girl, and she’s a pretty girl. See her pretty hair? And see her stethoscope?” The cashier then dropped the subject and simply said, “Oh, that’s nice.” That moment really solidified my belief that color doesn’t define us; we are born without any idea that it should matter. Every shade of skin, just like hair and eyes, is beautiful.
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