My six-year-old doesn't know much about social constructs of race—he knows that there's a huge spectrum of skin colors, but his innocent mind has not yet been sullied with labels. Recently, however, he's begun thinking of his own ethnic identity and reaching certain conclusions:
Ben: "I'm [light brown ethnicity] like Daddy."
Me: "All [light brown ethnicity]? You're not white, too? Like Mommy?"
Me: "Not even half?"
Ben offers helpfully: "My butt is white..."
My entire genetic and cultural heritage can be boiled down to pasty buttocks...which do indeed run in my family.