My l’il anthropologist

So, yesterday I was watching the Travel Channel – one of those shows about a tribe in Brazil or somewhere that starts with the “Warning: Indigenous Nudity” message.  The group in question was completely naked, except for huge wooden lip plugs, and feather headdresses glued to the foreheads of the women.

About halfway through, the LittleDoo wakes up from his nap and wanders downstairs.  He sits down and watches the show with me, not saying a word.  This is highly unusual – unless Special Agent Oso is on, he always wants me to turn on one of his shows.

After it ends, we had this conversation:

Me: What did you think of the show?

Boo: It was good.

Me: What did you think about the people?

Boo: They were big.

Me: ?

Boo: Big enough to go outside yif no shoes on.

Then, later on, discussing things further with Mama:

Mama: Why do you think they were naky [trans. "Naked"]?

Boo: Maybe they wanted some sun.