Love drives away hate.

I climbed into bed with my daughter to snuggle with her this morning for a few minutes before we got up. She turned to me and asked “Did you know there used to be naughty rules?” I told her I wasn’t sure what she meant, and she proceeded to tell me how light skinned people use to get to sit in the front of the bus, and dark skinned people had to sit in the back. Then this lady named Rosa Parks sat down and the man (how appropriate) told her to get up and she said no. Then they threw a bomb into Martin Luther King, Jr.’s house.

I told her “Yes, there used to be some naughty rules, but those are gone now.”

And then she looked me in the eye and said “Momma, love drives away hate.”

Before I could start crying at the beauty of her poignant statement, she added in a whisper “I just farted.”