Daughter: Why do Indians make people cry?
Me: Is this is a racist joke? Do you know what "racist" is?
Daughter: No.
Me: "Racist" is when you are making fun of some race of people. Is this a racist joke?
Daughter: No.
Me: All right, then, why do Indians make people cry?
Daughter: Not "Indians," Mom, "onions."
Me: [Laughing too hard, tears spring from my eyes, which is never a good thing when one is driving.]
I suppose it is time I check out the latest technology in hearing aids.
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