As she sat in the donut shop yesterday, Hallie identified the people around her by one characteristic or another.
"She has long hair, he has short hair. She works at the donut shop, he doesn't. She is tall, he is short. She's wearing earmuffs, he's wearing shorts."
When she got to skin color, Hallie noted that there were no people with "brown" skin in the donut shop at the time.
"It's not like it matters though," she explained. "We all blow our noses the same way anyhow."
I nodded, not sure whether to laugh or cry.
I found a screen capture of this Facebook post last weekend, and I felt compelled to share it here both because I remember how simple and innocent and beautiful that moment felt and because I always want to remember how simple and innocent and beautiful that moment felt. Sometimes the little ones get it more than we give them credit for...
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