på väg tillbaka till bilen efter teatern gick sex-åringen framför mig och pratade med sin klasskompis.
– Oh, there's a homeless guy, we have to give him some money, sa klasskompisen.
– Who are you talking about? frågade sex-åringen.
– That guy over there. He's homeless, can we give him some money?
– Well, how do you know he's homeless? Just because he has dark skin doesn't mean he's homeless.
– No, no, I know. But he has a…you know…what do you call that thing he's pushing?
– A shopping cart?
– Yeah, he has a shopping cart. So he's homeless.
– Oh yeah.
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