Red and yellow and pink and green...

Periodically Dylan analyzes the color of his skin and compares it to who he knows with the same color skin. Grandpa Findlay and Dylan are about the same color so Dylan relates to him and Grandpa being the "same." He knows that Chase is white and Dylan is brown...nothing good nor bad...but just different. The other day we went to leave swimming lessons and a black guy walked past us. Dylan yelled and pointed, "Hey, Mom...That guy's the same color as my daddy!" The guy smiled and said, "Alright!" This isn't the first time this has happened...Once we were in the grocery store and, as we walked past a dark hispanic guy Dylan said, "Hey, Mom...Is that my dad?" I just kept walking the other way! Embarrassing...but something to chuckle at! Since then Dylan's spent a little more time with his dad so at least he knows what he looks like.