Four weeks later, Fitz Olivia and Karen sat at the dining room table. Their babies were coming home tomorrow, and Olivia was feeling a little better.

"Billy has nine apples, and Jane has nine apples. If they put the apples together, how many apples do they have?"

Karen held up her hands. "I don't know. I don't have enough fingers."

Fitz took a deep breath and put his elbows on the table. He did not like being a teacher.

"Karen, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I want to work at Chuck E Cheese."

"Draw nine circles the plus sign and draw nine more circles." Olivia said calmly.

Fitz leaned closer to Olivia and tried to get a kiss. She turned her head. It had been a whole month and he still wasn't getting any kisses. This time he wasn't going to accept no. He put his hand under Olivia's chin and pulled her to him. He stole a quick peck.

"Eww kissing is gross."

Karen counted the circles and smiled. Fitz wanted to laugh every time she smiled wide. Her two front teeth were missing, and it was so cute to him.

"Mom, when are you going to be the principal again?"

"Tomorrow."

"No you're not." Fitz said.

"It's my decision."

"Your doctor says you need four more weeks at home."

"Is dad going to stay home with the babies?"

"Yes."

"We're both staying home." Fitz said.

"Why are you trying to control me?"

"I'm not. I care about your health. You can quit and find another job."

"Fitz what color am I?"

"Brown." Karen said.

"Now you're going to talk about my white privilege?"

"Dad, you're peach."

"I have to work twice as hard to get half of what you have. I can't take a long break and find another job."

"You sound like my ex-wife."

"You need to get out of your bubble. Do you have any idea what it's like to always have someone questioning your competence? Do you know how difficult it is to get a mortgage with a low interest rate when the loan officer sees you're black. I can thank Mellie for helping me get my first house. She did the phone interview with the bank because I couldn't get approved despite having a really good credit score. The world isn't fair. You should know that."

"Mom, you're not black. You're brown."

"I'm black and you are white. You will be a white woman."

Karen looked at Olivia confused. "I can paint myself brown."

Fitz shook his head, "You made your point Olivia."

He didn't want to have a conversation about his privilege. She was right, and he couldn't do anything about the unfairness.