Dinner conversation between my six year old Miss Boo, Juna from CHina, Avie the flower child, and myself. Matt wasn’t home yet.

Miss Boo:  Juna. I don’t get it.  You’re brown.

Juna: I’m yight brown!

Miss Boo: Yeah, yeah. You’re light brown. We get it. We KNOW. I just can’t figure this out. You’re brown. But you’re not black. And you’re not Chinese. Because Chinese people aren’t brown.

Juna: I’m CHINESE!! I’m CHINESE!!

Miss Boo: No. Not really. Cuz you’re brown.

Avie: I’m a cupcake. With icing!

Juna: I’m CHINESE! I’m CHINESE!!!

Miss Boo: Actually, I don’t think you are. You’re brown. So, I’m not really sure what you are.

Juna: I AM CHINESE!!!

Avie: And I have a cherry on top of my head! I’m a cupcake with a cherry on top of my head!

Me: Boo-  Juna is from China. She’s Chinese. She has gorgeous skin. Now let’s move on!

Miss Boo: Maybe…

Avie:  I really wish I was food. I don’t want to be a person. I want to be a cupcake. With lots of icing! I’m sooooo sweet!!