Red and Yellow Black and White

Last week at church a friend asked me to help photograph (and wrangle children) for her Sunday School class as the main teacher for that class had gone out of town. The lesson for the week included the parting of the Red Sea as the children of Israel where escaping Egypt. My friend had made a "winding path through the desert" out of masking tape on the carpet. In the middle of the path was a pan of Jell-O. The kids walked their Israelites down the path until they came to the Jell-O. Then a miracle happened that the Jell-O Red Sea parted.
I was sitting at the craft table helping the kids (ages 2-5) color the "Children of Israel." I had quite the conversation with one little boy as he diligently colored his picture.

Boy: "I don't like Jell-O."

Me: "You don't have to eat any then."

Boy: "I want some, can I have some? You're just like me."

Me: Handing the boy a square of Jell-O "Oh really, how so?"

Boy: "I'm black, and so are you."

Me: "Really? How fun!"

I'm not exactly sure how I suddenly became "black" but I did certainly find it amusing.