Funny things kids say & do

[Glamourcide]

When I was about 3 mum and I went to Sydney and were walking down the street when I saw a black man and I'd obviously never seen a person with that colour skin before. I started pointing at him and saying 'Mum, look at that man, he's dirty' 'Why is he so dirty' 'But mum look how dirty he is'. LOL. Mum quickly crossed the street.

LOLOL omg that reminds me of DD seeing DH's workmates... there were a couple of lovely Indian blokes (with the very, very dark skin) who worked at the scrapyard DH works at a few months back... they are really family-oriented and love babies to death, so one day when I took DH his lunch, DH asked us to come sit in the tearoom with him so his workmates could meet DD. This was... oh, maybe around the time of her first birthday? So quite small.
Anyway, we went down into the tearoom and sat at the table, the Indian lads were just delighted with DD - but she was petrified of them! They were offering her bits of their apple and putting their hands out for her to come for a cuddle, but the more they looked at her and tried to talk to her, the more she screwed her face up in a panic and eventually just burst into tears and clung to DH... I was so embarrassed, but it truly just was the fact that DD hasn't seen a person with skin so dark before, let alone people who don't speak English very well!!
The next time we saw them was when DH gave them a lift home one afternoon, she remembered them this time and was happy to go into their home with DH and meet all their housemates (who insisted on feeding her everything they had in the fridge and they probably would have kept her if DH had given them the okay lol, I don't get why they love babies so much?!). So it was all good lol.

Oh, and I remember constantly embarrassing my mother as a kid because I had no fear of heavily tattooed people (which, 15 or more years ago, tended more towards bikies etc rather than just random people these days who get inked)... I would see some huge, bearded guy walking down the street and notice he had tattoos, and would run up to him to touch them and ask him 'did they hurt?' 'do they wash off?' 'when can I get some?' 'do you have a picture of a butterfly/fairy/kitten/whatever I was into?'... my mother would grab my hand and drag me in the opposite direction (she's pretty sheltered lol), I still don't know why she's so surprised that I've got tattoos :/ Obviously I've always liked them!