My nephew Bruce was about 3 years old and he was walking back from Nursery with his Mum.
That morning the children had been learning their colours.
As they were walking along the road, Bruce was practising by telling his Mum the colour of things.
"Look, Mummy! That's a blue gate."
"Isn't that a black gate, Mummy?"
"Oh look! There's a green gate."
As they were going along, a young asian man was walking towards them.
Bruce asked, at the top of his voice,
"MUMMY, WHAT COLOUR'S THAT MISTER?"
His mum was absolutely mortified.
The young man, turned on his heels and walked back towards them.
He ruffled Bruce's hair gently and said,
"I'm BROWN, sonny, and your Mum is RED."