My eldest in a café-cum-ice-cream shop, cum coffee shop. Sees her first one-legged man....."Mum, Dad, that man's only got one leg."
"Hush darling, he may have had a bad accident."
Ten seconds of reflection "Hard for him to play kick-ball."
Result a restaurant in stitches.
My goddaughter, living in a 12thC house in Oxfordshire, true Archers country in not that much exposure to coloured people. Up rocks a friend of my mate's, a Nigerian from his school, 6ft-3, a bit like the doctor student in Rising Damp. He fills the tiny door - my 3 yr old goddaughter looks him up and down.....
"Why are you covered in chocolate?"