We've never had a conversation with Austin about why people look different from one another. It's never been something that has been brought up by us or by him. Austin is observant of someone being a boy or a girl or having brown or blonde hair. But not the color of their skin.
Austin had a rough week this week at summer camp. Until now, things have been good behavior wise. This week, Austin hit someone, with his hands and lunch box, and threw other camper's things. One day, Austin came home very upset saying that the counselor had called him a troublemaker. Of course, I was upset by this and called the director of the program.
I asked Austin what the counselor looked like. He said "He had blonde skin like me, was stretched out, and skinny." It was just so funny and so innocent how Austin described the counselor.
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