When my son was three, he wondered how he got caught doing things he wasn’t supposed to do. My aunt told him that moms have eyes in the back of their heads.
One day, while I was sitting playing with my son on the floor, he started lifting up my long hair; he told me he was looking for the eyes in the back of my head – he wanted to see those eyes.
Thankfully, my son outgrew the confusion between ‘an expression’ and fact. (This is something my daughter still struggles with.)
We always had a large flock of rubber ducks in our bathroom – most were yellow, but there was the occasional odd duck. When my son was two, he was intently studying an oddly shaped blue duck. He turned around, a very serious expression on his face, and grimly declared, “Blue ducks no have butts. Yellow ducks have butts, but blue ducks no have butts.” He shook his head sadly as he walked out of the room.
He outgrew his sadness over the unfortunate blue duck – it was after all just a toy. but he has never outgrown kindness and concern for those who seem ‘different’. I hope he never does.