She's blonde, but she thinks African!

"Mom, we need to give dees away!  Dey are WAY too shoat."

Kate walks into the kitchen, slightly disgusted.

"Well, try them on, Katie.  Let me see."

She arrives a moment later, frowning, "You can SEE MY KNEES!"

Do I convince her that it's OK, she's only four, or do I grasp the fact that she has grown up in this land, she is part of this land?

We give the shorts away, content to keep the chubby little knees covered. :)