Speaking of kids caught between cultures, my own story on the topic is now up at Literary Mama .
This morning when I dropped Jio off at school, one of his friends asked me why, since he was born in America, Jio could speak Japanese. I tried to explain that Jio was born in Japan – in Tokushima, in fact, at the same hospital where many of his classmates were born – and that he is Japanese, but the kid wasn’t buying it. He kept calling Jio a gaikokujin. I assured Jio that he is indeed Japanese. I hope that’s enough for now.