In two separate incidents, my children question my ethnicity:
Rivka (5, dancing around and singing): Martin Luther King, Jr! Martin Luther King, Jr!
Me: Who was Martin Luther King, Jr?
Rivka: He was a very important man. He brought peace between the white people and the brown people.
Rivka (stares at me for a second): Daddy, are you a brown person?
Chana (7): Mom, here's a picture of Martin Luther King, Jr.
Mrs. R: That's very nice. What did Martin Luther King, Jr. do?
Chana: He was a very smart man. He tried to help make peace between white people and brown people.
Mrs. R: Close enough.
Chana: Mom, is Daddy brown?
Keep in mind that I'm as white as anyone else in my family. Maybe I have a bit of olive in my complexion, but it's hardly noticeable. I don't really understand where any of this is coming from.