"he likes blondes"

This weekend, the Mathematician and I were having brunch at Zaftigs when an adorable little boy came running up to our table and started flirting with me. He had dark brown hair and shiny brown eyes. My back was to the room and I heard his giggle before I even saw him.

"Oh, hello," I said, turning around in my chair. I looked at him for a moment, flashed him a big, friendly, big person smile and gave him a pint sized wave, flapping the fingers on my right hand up and down. He looked down at his shoes, like he was maybe a little embarrassed, as though he didn't really know what to say. Then he looked up at me again, and his face broke open into a 1,000-watt smile. He pointed at me, started clapping his hands, and erupted into a fit of giggles.

"Whoa, where you going, kiddo?" said a dark-haired, dark eyed woman, who must have been his mom. "Gosh you're fast! I'm so sorry," she said to me as she wrapped one arm around the little boy's waist and picked him up to take him back to where his family was waiting together for a table. "He likes blondes," she said, shrugging.

"That's okay," I said, gesturing towards the Mathematician. "So does he."

I'm sure the mom was just making a joke...but is it possible that this little boy has already developed a prediliction for blondes? He couldn't have been more than 18 months old, and could barely even talk! But when I looked around at the other people dining around us, it seemed true. Every other diner in our section had dark hair: light brown, reddish chestnut, jet black. I was the lone blonde, and the only person in the restaurant who piqued his interest. Is it possible that he's already got a "type"?