I’m talking with my 12-year-old son and he tells me, “whoa. Mom. You sound like Buddha.”
And I’m feeling sarcastic so I go, “that’s because I am Buddha.” And point at my belly.
“You are?” He asks. “Seriously?”
I nod, with my eyebrows raised and a plastic smile on my face. And without missing a beat, he says, “the Chinese Government’s looking for you then.”
