went to chinese restaurant with the boys. while ordering they struck up a conversation with an asian lad behind the counter playing with legos. "whats your name" "who's your favorite football team" blah blah blah.
after ordering we went next door to the dollar store to roam while the food is made.
on our way back, crack says to me "i like that chinese boy jason". "you have to be careful" i said, "he might not be chinese, you should say asian instead". there was no reply.
as i reached for my wallet, i saw crack out of the corner of my eye go behind the counter and heard "are you chinese?" "yes, well, half".
crack came from behind the counter beaming and nodded, "he's chinese...well, half chinese".
this story is not told because its cute or anything, its just the balls of children. the unknown and the quest to know knows no patience. crack went straight to the source...and it wasnt a wrong question, and from his mouth, quite an innocent one.
so when does it fuck up for us later in life? why cant we just talk like kids. we certainly act like them.
