Skinny

William calls the *Caucasian* crayon in his box "skin". He meticulously colors the hands, feet, faces, etc of everyone with his "skin" crayon.

The other day in the car William looks down and says, "I am all skin, Mommy. My hands are skin and my arms are skin. All of me is skin."

He pauses for a moment and says, "All of us are skinny. You, and Daddy, and Wade. Everyone in our family is skinny."

And not skinny as in small.