Most kids, if they’re young enough to still not be influenced by their parents’ ways, really don’t care about race, but also, they don’t *get* race. When I used to work at a daycare, I can remember reading a book about racism to a group of 4-year-olds and they simply didn’t understand. So we tried to explain to them the standard rigamarole, how everyone is different but equal, some people have light-coloured skin, some have dark-coloured skin. And they all went “LIKE LUKE?!!” and pointed to this kid who was white, but had just gotten back from vacation with a tan. And Luke’s face was priceless. He was like “what, me? what did I do?” They just didn’t get it. Nor did they have to. Our sermon was lost on them, as it should be. A cheesy as fuck realization but like, maybe also kinda ~*profound*~.