My kids know the breakdown of my ethnic background. I have repeatedly told them that my father is Mexican, from Mexico. I say it like that too.

Last week, when we reviewed Mexican culture (re: Cinco de Mayo), there was a picture of a bonita that the kids say looks just like me. “TEA-CHUR! YOU!”

Then, today, one of my smartest girls (Katie) gave me a sideways glance and said, “Teacher, you lie. You Korean. You same as me. We sisters.” I said, “No, Katie, Stacy Teacher would not lie to you.”

Katie said, “Teacher, I believe your face is Korean. Your body is Mexican.”

Oh, kids, you are just taking it out of me this week. Sigh.