Sometimes I really wish I had a camera on me all the time.
I was out with my little boy and we were playing next to a fountain. Suddenly another boy came along, a beautiful boy of African origins who started playing with water next to him. The smile on little E was huge, he looked at him with big sparkly eyes and started touching his hands, caressing his skin, trying to touch his curly hair. Erik was totally fascinated, you could tell. They became quickly best of friends and played with water like crazy.
Unfortunately I don't have a picture of their little hands together but instead I am using an illustration I made some time ago, which kind of express that tenderness.
Later I asked E why he was touching the boy's hands and face and he simply told me he liked the other boy color a lot. Oh blissful innocence without prejudice of children! I loved that moment and hope E will never change.