Sometimes I forget I live in a multicultural household. In hindsight, conversations like this shouldn't surprise me so much:
While I'm upstairs steaming a shirt for Makenzie. Luke walks in.
Luke: "Baba, are you a donkey?"
Me: "Um, what?" (did he just call me an ass?)
Luke: "Well, me and Kenzie are pigs"
Me: "Ahhhh....(figuring out where this was headed) I am a dog, mom is an ox, and Jake is a monkey"
I was relieved. Thought I was going to need to rumble with Luke.
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