But what was more surprising to me was, in all of this time I had spent with Jenny and Rosie's family -- hanging out with them, playing with them, even physically interacting with them -- it was not until Rosie put her hands in my hair that she thought to ask me if I was black.
Men hvad der var mere overraskende for mig, var at i al den tid jeg var sammen med Jenny og Rosie's familie - var sammen med dem, legede med dem, og rørte ved dem - var det først da Rosie puttede sine hænder i mit hår, at hun tænkte på at spørge, om jeg var sort.