Color ignorant.

The innocence of babes is alive and well… even if it’s for just a few short years.

Koala and I were looking at a book last night. He pointed to a picture of a brown-skinned teacher.

“What’s that?”

“A teacher.”

Pointing lower, “what’s that?”

“Her legs.”

“What’s the brown?”

I’ve been wondering when he’d ask.

“That’s her skin.” I rubbed my arms and face. “Do you see your skin? It’s everywhere.”

He rubbed his face.

“Her skin is brown. What color is your skin?”

Koala looked at his arms and hands.

“Red.”

“Ok… what color is Bebe’s?”

He looks over at her on the floor. “Green.”

I laugh. “There are different colors. But everybody has skin.”