I was just taking Adam for an afternoon stroll around the pool downstairs. As well as meeting his usual friends, we saw a middle-aged woman with his (I think) grandson.

Me: “So cute. What’s his name?”
Woman: “******. Are you Indonesian or Filipino?”
Me: “Indonesian.”
Woman: “But you can speak English, ah?”
Me: (Quickly before she thought I were Adam’s nanny) “I can, my husband is European.”
Woman: “Oooh!” (looking confused)
Woman: “So the baby is Chinese, rite?”
Me: “*$@^&^$#+_>X”:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”