My three year-old child - the result of a mixed marriage - told us the other day that a friend at crèche told her she was coloured - and he white.

It was a shock to the system - a blow to the mind.

We are not naive - we have always known that people will stare, that comments will be made - even after 17 years of our country's democracy. That we will have a conversation with the little one at some point in the future - just not now - not at this tender age.

Children are not suppose to see colour - it shouldn't be an issue to them. They play with another - for the sake of having fun with each other.

We do not discuss race in front of our child. We have a range of friend across the spectrum - she sees people as just that. Hopefully even after her "friend" told her she's not exactly like him.

Who should we blame - society, her school, the friend's parents or should we blame ourselves? Should we have told a toddler that mommy and daddy are different and that you are special? That had we met two decades earlier, we would've broken the law having her?

Him being three as well, could not have made the distinction, could he?

His parents must've had a discussion about my child in front of him and he took it in, the topic making such an impression on him that he was able to recall it, discuss it.

Were we a bit too idealistic to think that our children will be non-racial? That we'll live Mandela, Tutu and King's dream?

Perhaps we were - perhaps we should shift the goalposts and hope for the best - perhaps in two generations, or five.

But I'll start today - I'll continue to show my child that race does not matter - that her mother remains her mother and I, her father. That her friends are beings to have fun with, even those who say she different.