Adopted Kids

The check-out boy in the grocery store was eyeing my two adopted children curiously. My son has shiny black Haitian skin, and my daughter is a blonde Russian.

Finally the boy asked, "Are those your children?"

"Yes," I answered proudly.

"Are they adopted?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"I thought so," he concluded. "I figured that you're too old to have kids that young!"