“Why the sad face, Dré?” Daddy asked. “We learned about inventors today,” Dré said. “None of them were African American.
“I understand why that would make you sad. Come help me bake your mom’s birthday cake. Let’s talk about it.”
“Your schoolbooks don’t give all the information about our history. That’s why your mom and I teach you.”
“Do you know who invented the first mixer that blended flour and eggs?” Daddy asked. “Who?”
“I’ll add the sugar. Oh no! I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s okay, Dré. Let’s mop up to make sure the floor doesn’t get sticky.”
“Now you’re thinking, little man!” Dré and Daddy put the baking pans in the oven.
“I worked up a sweat cleaning up the mess,” Dré said. “It is hot in the house,” Daddy said. “Let’s make sure the furnace isn’t set too high.
“I wish these inventors were in my schoolbooks,” Dré said. “Sometimes change happens slowly,” Daddy said.
“Hurry!” Daddy said. “Let’s change your clothes and get you cleaned up before your mom gets home from work.”
“No, but I’m so glad he did. Now I don’t have to wear a wet shirt to the party.”
“It may be dry,” Daddy said, “but it needs ironing. We must always look our best, especially today for Mom.”
“I can’t wait to see your inventions, Dré. You have a sharp mind like your daddy. Now run along and get ready. The guests will be here soon.
“Surprise!” yelled everyone. “This is so thoughtful,” said Mommy. “Thank you.”
“We made the cake all by ourselves just for you, Mommy!” Dré said. “It would have been hard without African American inventions.”
“You know what else?” Dré asked. “I’m going to invent an ice cream flinger.
“I love this sweet invention,” Dré said. “Ten scoops please!”