So I had my first Martin Luther King Day. Learned that there was a time in this country when people were treated differently because of the color of their skin. Adults are so strange. They come up with all sorts of strange ways to complicate their lives with racism and war. All a person really needs is a full breast of milk and a diaper change and life is good. I'm not looking forward to becoming an adult and having to deal with all this illogical behavior.