One Little, Two Little, Three Little Indians

While we were in Columbia during Christmas, I had to get a little bit of work done-like you do and I left the kids to their own devices one morning.

They were playing very nicely with each other while I filled out my expense report and I began to hear things like, "Just use this color" to which I said, "You guys are drawing on paper right?" They answered that they were and I left them alone.

Then I heard,

"You're an INDIAN"..."No, I'm an INDIAN"...then I went to investigate:

ahem:

I, of course, then told them (then and there) that they would from now on refer to themselves as Native Americans.

And then threw them into the shower for a scrub down that made them yelp in pain.

Like good little natives.