When James and I visited Jordan in Florida in March, we went to Orlando’s Universal Studios, and had dinner at Margaritaville at Universal CityWalk. The restaurant took a photo of the three of us and sold it to us, mounted in keychains, as souvenirs. This is the photo:

James apparently has the keychain just laying around where any small child could get a hold of it, because he sent me this email the other day:
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My niece was over today…
She picked up the keychain from MargaritaVille and the following conversation ensued…

Her: “Who are these two girls?”
Me: “Those are my friends.”
Her: “Where did you take this picture?”
Me: “Disney World.”
Her: “You went there with them to Florida?”
Me: “Yes.”
Her: “Who is that one?” (Points to you)
Me: “That’s Cindy.”
Her: “And whose that one?” (Points to Jordan)
Me: “That’s Jordan.”
Her: “Oh….”

… She runs off only to come back sometime later, and picks up the photo again.

Her: “That’s Cindy.” (Points to you).
Her: “That’s Joan.” (Points to Jordan).
Me: “No, that’s Jordan!”
Her: “oh, Jordan!”

… She thinks for a moment.

Her: “Did you sleep with them?”
Me: … paused for a moment, realizing this question is coming from a 5 year old. “No, I didnt.”
Her: “Then where did you sleep? Did you sleep across the room from them?
Me: “Well I guess thats true at Jordan’s house.”
Her: “What about Cindy, what about her house?”
Me: “Her house is here, so she stayed with Jordan too.”
Her: “oh….”

… she thinks for a moment.

Her: “Are they mother and daughter?”
Me: “What?? No!”
Her: “Really? It could be true.”
Me: “What makes you think that? Which one do you think is which?”
Her: “Well the daughter here (points to you) and mother here (points to Jordan).”
Me: “But look one is asian and one is white!”
Her: “You never know…”

Lol…..

She is too funny.

See ya,
James
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There’s another reason this is funny. When Jordan came to California for my wedding last August, she treated me to a manicure and pedicure. As the Vietnamese ladies worked on us (we were side-by-side), they chatted and found out I was getting married and that Jordan is visiting for that purpose. So they asked whether Jordan is my mother. It was an absurd question, first because of the racial difference, then because of the LACK of significant age difference. I guess they could’ve assumed she was my future mother-in-law. Nevertheless, Jordan walked away totally offended and complained about it for days.

Reason #3 why this is funny: since Jordan’s been too busy with her life to read blogs, this post will be up for a LONG time before she even realizes it, and so far she has no idea that the above had even occurred. Heh heh! (That’s what you get for being an absentee blogger, Jordan!)