This is one of those timed posts, so if I do this right (and there is of course no guarantee that I will), you'll be reading this just as we pull into scenic Philadelphia-by-the-Sea for our annual beach week with my family. My Korean husband looks forward to this week as much for the comedy potential inherent in being The Only Asian At The Jersey Shore as for the beach itself (the "only Asian" routine is difficult to pull off in our hometown of Silver Spring, Maryland). Two years ago, we were picking up coffee and bagels, and he noticed a Caucasian couple with their obviously-adopted Asian baby. He spent the rest of the day telling everyone who'd listen that he thought about calling the cops and telling them that these people had kidnapped his baby..."they'd totally believe it". Last year, his sister was coming out of the water and a 12 or so girl ran up to her, waving her hands..."see! They still look good!". Yes, the poor child thought that my sister-in-law worked at the nail salon. He still tries to tell me that story..."Did I tell you about the time Linda was at the beach..." and I have to remind him that I WAS THERE. I SAW THE WHOLE THING HAPPEN. Still, a good time is had by him.