June 18, 2009
Following our morning at the museum, but before we went shopping at the pearl factory, an interesting thing happened. Our daughter Perrie is very exotic looking, she is of Khmer ancestry, and has beautiful coffee-and-cream colored skin. As we watched a fountain and pigeons in a pretty city park adjacent to the museum, a man walked up to Perrie (who was off a short distance from the rest of us), and said "Your daddy Obama". I walked up just in time to hear this exchange. Perrie looked confused, and the man repeated louder "Your daddy Obama". Perrie and I looked at each other and smiled, then told the man "no". He repeated more insistently "Your Daddy Obama!". At this point Paul walked up and so I pointed to him and said This is Daddy....this is baba, I am mama". The man didn't miss a beat...."Oh", he said, "Your 
UNCLE Obama".
UNCLE Obama".The mist generated by these fountains helped cool us off in the extreme heat of ShangHai that day.
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