We went to the Bamboo House for lunch the other day.
David: Mommie, are there Chinese people here?
Me: Yes, David I think the people who own the restaurant are Chinese.
David: How far away is China? Do you have to fly?
Me: Yes, you would have to fly.
David: For a long time?
Me: I think it would be a pretty long flight.
David: Then how do they get here so fast to come to work everyday?
Me: They live here in Michigan.
David: Why don’t they speak Spanish?
Me: What?
David: They don’t talk different. They sound like us. Why don’t they speak Spanish?
Me: Um, because they’re not Hispanic. If they know another language it’s probably Chinese. But, yes they speak English just like us.
David: Well, how did they learn English?
Me: Like you did. David they are Chinese, but they’re also Americans like you and me.
David: You can be from some place else, and be American?
Me: Exactly, David, exactly.
That is so cute! Great display of how a child’s mind works. He asked some great questions, didn’t he?
David’s language comment made me laugh!
I remember being in a grocery store in Michigan with Lily. She saw a beautiful Hispanic family and loudly exclaimed, “Mommy! They are from China like me!!!!” I quietly replied, “No, dear, they are from Michigan.” The look on her face was priceless. I turned the cart down a different aisle so that we could have a quiet discussion about how God made all different kinds of people and put them in all parts of the world, and that Americans come from all over.
I sure do love America. You just can’t put us in a neat and tidy, well-labeled box.
Glad he is yours. Getting him ready for the weekend? But I can
always send him home. At least he is getting the idea that not
every place is 30 minutes away, and that people are just
people. Your mother’s kids can’t get the difference between
a city and the state it is in.