While playing in the at the park, a little British schoolgirl approached Mike (and Avery) with this query….
Girl: Is that (pointing to Avery) your little boy?
Mike: Yes, he’s my son.
Girl: (slowly enunciating) Why is he broooooown when you are white?
Mike: It’s because his mommy is brown*.
Older (wiser) friend of girl: That’s something you’ll learn about later…
“To confuse you.”
“I bought him from gypsies.”