When I was a kid...

When I was about 2, my parents informed me I was going to get a baby sister. At the time, we had a family who lived in the neighborhood who my parents were good friends with who happened to be black. We had a 2-seated stroller thing, and the neighbor's daughter would often sit in the back seat while I sat in the front. She didn't pull my hair, but my younger brother did. Because of this fact, I postulated that only white children liked to pull hair and because of my postulation, I decided that my sister was going to be black. Whenever someone would ask my mom about the baby in public, I would then pipe up and state quite boldly, that the child was going to be black.