Ms. F, are you married?

...asked one of the 7th grade boys today. They were lined up to return from library to homeroom. We were waiting for one slow child, and the kids in front of the line noticed my rings.

I said that yes, I was married.

"To who?"

"My husband."

"No, what kind?"

"Oh! Part English, part French..."

"Where's he from? Is he from here?"

"He's from Connecticut. His dad was from Oklahoma, though."

The exoticism of Oklahoma and its cultural distance from New England did not impress the Cambodian kids. Go figure.