So when we were done and got back out to the truck, I told him very seriously, "I want you to know that you're not in trouble, but it's never nice to point and stare and make a big deal about someone who's different. There are all kinds of people in the world. There are short people and tall people and black people and white people and people in wheelchairs and people with disabilities. And we're all part of the world. And some day, some people might look at your brother, Finn, and stare and point and make fun, and that would make him and us feel really bad, wouldn't it? I just want you to understand that." And I think he does.
I don't know. It's not that I expect my kids to grow up not noticing differences, but I hope that they'll embrace differences and not judge or be afraid of differences.
And . . . I kind of hate it that Finn is suddenly this learning tool for my other kids. But, I guess it's all part of life. Or, our life at least.