This conversation happened on our way up the porch to our house after I picked him up from school today.
He saw our pumpkins on the porch and here was our exchange:
Chance: “Mommy… black paint and white paint makes Asian!”
Me: “Um… actually Chance, black and white make gray, not Asian. Asians are people like you and me.”
C: “But the punkins are like you, me and Daddy… and we’re Asian.”
M: “Oh… I guess you’re right then.”
*pause as I open the front door*
C: ”Well… maybe Daddy is not a punkin because he is white and I’m more Asian than him.”
That’s when I bent down and hugged my Asian child to try to muffle my laughter.
But can I say that I’m glad he doesn’t say most of this in public… though I guess it’s public now that I blogged it.



































