In the town where David works, he often sees tiny children--one and two year olds--roaming the streets, accompanied only by their older--four and five year old--brothers and sisters. Last week he was striding purposefully into a government building downtown when he passed a little girl no bigger than our one year old Eleanor, though given the likelihood of malnutrition she was probably two. She looked up at him, wrinkled her nose, pointed, and announced, "Khawaja" (white guy).
David understood her Arabic perfectly. He started laughing and said, "Aiwa! Anna khawaja" (Yes! I'm a white guy) and shook her hand.