This afternoon I was explaining to Bridget that she's Irish.
"So, Tommy isn't Irish?"
"No, Tommy's Irish too, but I'm not Irish. I'm German and Italian."
"Oh, well why did God make you THAT way?"
Later on at dinner,
"Mom, can we talk about the Pope that we saw on Grandma and Grandpa Georger's TV?"
While I'm telling her about the Pope she says,
"Obama is brown like Martin Luther King Jr. I know because I saw a picture of Obama on my way to computer class. There's a picture of Sleeping Beauty, too. She's sleeping."
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