The Problem with Knowing Colors…
Natalie loves to talk about what color things are—she labels the cars and trucks we pass on the road, the crayons she’s using, and what color shirts we wear. Every morning when she sees us, she announces what color our shirts are with great enthusiasm. Yesterday she was super excited because we were all wearing brown shirts. She kept exclaiming, “Mommy, Daddy, Nah—BROWN!!”
At our last visit to the pediatrician, Natalie yelled, “Black!” as soon as Dr. Stephen walked in the examining room. Dr. Stephen is of south-Asian decent, so naturally she looked rather aghast at Natalie’s statement. I felt equally aghast and rather horrified that it seemed like Natalie was labeling the color of her skin. All was well after I frantically explained, “Your shirt is black! Natalie’s talking about your shirt!”
