As far as autism-inspired obsessions go, I suppose Martin Luther King is a good topic to love. You should have seen Jack’s face yesterday when he saw a commercial that featured a drawing of MLK. His face lit up and he shouted, “It’s Martin! I saw Martin!”
Martin is Jack’s new best friend.
Jack is really interested in King and his birthday, so we celebrated MLK Day today with cake and some activities.
We started by watching King’s “I Have a Dream” speech on CNN. I think it gets more incredible every time I watch it.
My kids were a little baffled, but we talked about why he was saying what he was saying and what it meant. I figure that as long as they are continually exposed to things like this, it doesn’t matter that they understand it all the first time.
I was a little bit sad that no one wanted to color my favorite page:
Apparently my kids like their civil rights leaders less adorable than I do. Sam very patiently colored in every part of his non-adorable, but very stately picture.
Jack and Quinn worked equally hard, but in a different way. Jack’s is on the top, Quinn’s on the bottom:
Jack started coloring with his chosen black Sharpie, which is his writing implement of choice for everything. Sam took one look at what Jack was doing and said, “Jack! What they mean by ‘black’ is that they have brown skin!”
Following coloring, we sang happy birthday to Martin and ate some cake. All three kids helped blow out the candles.
I decided to see what my guys had absorbed from school, what I told them, CNN, and, you know, the coloring sheets.
Quinn was evidently at someone else’s party because his response was, “I don’t know. I like to draw one and two and three and four.” I’m letting him get away with it this year because he’s three, but next year he’d better have some wise words about racial equality.
Jack had paid attention. He told us that King “gave speeches with books and won a peace medal.” Nice work, Jack.
Sam wins the award for most complete summary: “He was a great man and he went all around the country doing speeches. And he had a hotel, but one time when he stepped out, he died, because someone shot him.”
Sam wants to know if we can have a Martin Luther King, Jr. party every year. I think we can. But I’m not sure I want to teach my kids about the concept of civil disobedience for a while. That would only lead to revolution in Stimeyland.