“Flynn Rider with dark skin”

Flynn Rider with dark skin

Last night, as I snuggled Zoe in her big girl bed at bedtime, waiting for her to drift off to sleep, she contentedly murmured, "Mama, I found my prince. I know who I want to marry." Intrigued, I responded softly, "That's great darling, who is your prince?" And she replied, "The Flynn Rider with dark skin."   I lay in the dark, puzzled, trying to figure out who she meant. I didn't really want to keep talking, because I wanted her to go to sleep, but at the same time I was … [Read more...]