kids are funny

The other day we were at Fubonn, the local Asian shopping center, buying some groceries. We were walking through the vegetable department when I stopped to look at the long Thai green beans, then turned to choose some limes. Next to me was a young boy and his sister sat in the cart right next to him.

He grabbed my arm and asked "Are you Vietnamese?" "Khong. No, I'm not," I told him. He yelled back ('cause kids can never be soft-spoken) "I am! And my mom is Vietnamese and my dad is Vietnamese and my sister is Vietnamese!" I told him he was very lucky.

I'm still not sure why he asked the question--I certainly don't look Vietnamese--but it was sweet.