The joys of accidental child racism.
I was once in Iceland with my mum (the best of all cheapo supermarkets), happily toddling along putting things in the trolley I shouldn't have and forcing her to take them out again. Upon reaching the till, I waited at the end of the desk, content with watching the magical conveyor belt know when to stop and start. I looked up and saw something unusual, something my young eyes hadn't seen very often.

"Mummy", I said, pointing to the young mixed race woman sat behind the till, "why's that lady coffee coloured?"

I got rushed out of the shop so fast my feet barely touched the ground, but the poor woman found it hilarious, thank god.
( Bats, Sun 20 Apr 2008, 12:39, Reply)