Background: My daughter's school class (lower El -1/2/3 combined of about 24 students) is putting on some plays this spring. Sadly, she doesn't get to be in the plays that feature the fog princess or the fairies. She gets to be a play about Anansi the Spider. Worse, she doesn't get to a narrator or Anansi or the Little Bush Deer; she gets to be a hippo. She only gets one line. There were tears over this people.
But this is not about that; this is about our conversation at Monday night's dinner.
Eliza: I want to be Anansi.
DH: You don't want to be one of those!
Me: She means A-nan-Si.
DH: Oh. I thought she said a Nazi.
Q: Yeah. I wouldn't want to be a Russian.
Me: The Nazis were from Germany, not Russia?
Q: Really?
DH: Yeah - ask Poppa; he lived there for awhile.
Me: Or Uncle Kenji - he was born there. Or me, I was made there. I've always wanted to get a t-shirt that said "Made in Germany" on the front.
Poppa (my dad): You want what?
Me: I want a t-shirt that says, "Made in Germany." I was.
Poppa: I'm not having this conversation.
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