It happened again. My oldest asked why his skin is darker than his siblings. This time I wanted a better response that would stick with him in a way he’d understand. It hit me when I noticed all his crayons spilled out on the table. He was making another comic, his new favorite thing to do. His artwork is impressive and a way he expresses himself. So I told him to look at all the crayons he had out on the table. I asked him what would ...