Here's a conversation I had with DD.
DD: " Mommy, I have black hair."
Me: "Yes, sweetie, you do."
DD: "Does that mean I am Chinese?"
Me: Thinking... forming thoughts... "Well, just because you have black hair, it does not mean you are Chinese, but..."
Before finishing my sentence, I got interrupted.
DD: "I want to be Chinese."
Me: Cracking up, "Girl, I hate to break it to you, but you ARE Chinese."
I am not sure how long this will last, but I love that in my child's little world, there is no racial or ethnic differences. People are just people and you can be whoever and whatever you want to be. She wants to be Chinese because she is completely unaware of her outward appearances. Frankly, I am not even sure if she knows what is means to be "Chinese." She chooses friends base on how much fun she has with them and if she enjoys their companies. I think it's really sweet that she is still untainted by the ugly world adults live in.