People often tend to think I'm a ditz too, Yana.

I love my nephew. I love all of them, but Kevin, the youngest (turned 13 last week but I can't get it through my head he's that big), is so cute sometimes. Last night he came over for me to help him with his science homework. Sitting there, side by side, he held his dark brown arm up next to my freakishly white one.

Him: How come I'm so much darker than you?

Me: Because you're mostly Colombian and I'm mostly Irish, silly.

Him (raising his shirt sleeve): But my shoulder's not as dark as my lower arm.

Me: It's called a tan, sweetie.

Him: Well how come your arm's just as white all the way up?

Me: Because I don't tan.

Him: Why not?

Me: What are you, like 6 years old, asking me all these questions? I don't have all the answers. Go look it up!

Him: I don't want to know that bad.

Me: Fine. Then you just live with your ignorance.

Him: Fine, I will!

Me: Do your homework!

You know, it's probably a good thing I don't have kids of my own.