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.”

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