Mind of a child

Today when I was sitting on my porch eating breakfast, my neighbors ran into our house as usual. The youngest one though, a seven year old girl, took a seat next to me. Since our homes here in Sweden are actually only summer houses, we started talking about when she was leaving. The conversation continued until she asked me where Kenya was and the conversation went like this:
Me: Kenya is a country in Africa
E: So when you lived in Africa, did you know any gingerbread men?
Me: What do you mean by that?
E: Black people. I call them gingerbread men.
Me: Why would you do that?
E: Because they are sweet and pretty
Me: So if black people are gingerbread men, what are white people?
E: White people are vanilla ice cream. Also sweet and pretty. We are all sweet and pretty. We are all the same.

I thought that was beautiful, I wish we all had a mind of a child. From now on I will look at black and white as gingerbread men and vanilla ice cream haha! It is true though, we are all the same and we all should be sweet and pretty, if we are not, then there is obviously something wrong.