One Sunday morning at church, Miss Cindy was trying to make a point about how God loves everyone regardless of our differences.
“You know,” she said, “we are all different. Do you know what ethnicity you are?”
The kids looked at her blankly.
“For example,” she continued, “I’m Korean.”
The kids caught on. “Oh!” said a girl. “I’m Chinese.”
A boy said, “I’m Japanese.”
Another girl said, “I’m Okinawan.”
Miss Cindy turned to my two youngest kids. “What about you?”
Uh oh, I thought. What are they going to say? We’re just plain white people?
Little Boy smiled. “We’re twins!” he said proudly.