"Because it makes good soup stock," Deb told her.
"Because we're Dutch, and we don't throw good food away," I said.
"OK, we're Dutch, you're Chinese," I added after a short pause.
Abigail got up from her seat and disappeared to her room. In the short time she was there, we could hear laughter drifting down the hall.
When she came out, she was laughing uncontrollably. Between gales of laughter, she announced, "Now I'm Dutch!" She had taken a wad of silly putty, fashioned it in the shape of a large nose, and stuck it to her face.
This is a glimpse of what it's like to be a multicultural family. The differences can be described with a wad of silly putty.
