The question

I walked up to the counter at the library to check out some DVDs and books. The librarian and I started chatting as she checked me out. She inquired about TTT who usually were in tow when I came to the library. I told her they were in the car with their older cousin, waiting for me.

And then she asked, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

And since we've become BFFs during my weekly Saturday library visits, I said, "Sure."

"Are you married to an Asian man?"

I smiled and said, "No."

"Oh, because the little girl you bring in looks Asian."

I paused for a beat. How to answer. How to answer. "Her father is Asian."

"Oh."

After I said that, I didn't like that answer. I should have said their father is Asian. Rowan's birth father falls into the Pacific Islander/Asian category. Though I'm thinking next time I'm asked that question, I think I'm going to switch up my reply with a "their father is a Jewish carpenter," cause at the end of the day that really is the most truthful answer.