A couple five- and six-year-old girls were visiting some of our neighbors the other day. We were getting dinner ready, but our neighbors were outside, so the Joygirl was out playing with the other girls (well, following them around, anyway). Joygirl did keep coming back in to see us, then going out again. One round the girls came up and had this conversation with Aaron:
Girl: She’s black.
Aaron: Yep, she has black skin.
Aaron: Why is she black? [Let’s assume this question is mostly about why she’s black and we’re not.] Well, we actually adopted her. She’s from another country, in Africa….
A little bit later they were back at the door.
Girl 1: I can’t understand her when she talks.
Aaron: Yeah…She’s only two. She’s still working on learning to talk.
Girl 2: It’s because she’s Spanish!
Aaron: Spanish? Oh, no, she’s not speaking Spanish. She’s just not that good at talking yet.
Girl 1: It’s because she’s from another country!
Aaron: No, not really…
Darn that pesky African Spanish accent!