Raelynn and I were looking at this book. She is very observant and always notices when people in books--or real life, for that matter--don't have shoes or shirts on.
We were going page by page, counting the things on the page. We got to this page and we had a little conversation like this:
"That boy has no shoes on."
"You are right, he doesn't."
"His leg is black."
"Yes, it is." (We had never pointed out that Elliana had different skin color than us or what her skin color was. No reason in particular, we just never did, and figured Raelynn would notice one day on her own.)
"Just like Elliana's."
Surprised she actually did know but wanting clarity, I asked what she meant.
"Just like Elliana's skin." As she rubbed her hands over her arms and legs.
And then we talked about how God made us all look different and that yes, Elliana has a different color skin than us because she didn't grow in mommy's belly. We thought she had never noticed, but she knew all along! :)
Then another day she had her baby doll and she was comparing the baby's feet size to her own. She says "her feet do not match mine."
"No, they do not. They are much smaller."
"Yes, like Elliana's. But she is not brown."