The other day, the kids and I somehow got on the topic of what to do if they ever got lost.  I suggested they could always ask a police officer for help getting home, or finding their parents.  I checked to make sure both kids know their home address.

But then Quynh said, "Wouldn't I have to tell the police officer what my parents look like, so they could find you?" I couldn't resist, so I said, "Sure.  What would you tell them?"

"That my daddy has spiny hair.  And brown skin.  As dark as the skin of a potato."

Perfect.