This is probably the most frequently repeated conversation since I became a parent. Mostly exchanged between a stranger who are amused about how we, as a family, look.
Stranger: Ohhh they are lovely little girls. Is their Dad a foreigner?
Me: Uh yes, he is.
Stranger: (to my girls) You are beautiful! <insert small talk here>
Stranger: (to me) How about their mom, is she American too?
My reply will depend on my mood - in one instance, the conversation was with a sales lady. I ended up saying I'm their mother and bought more than what I needed to, out of spite. When I am in a jolly mood, I tell them that I asked my friends in the hospital's nursery department to swap my kids with more beautiful "foreigner" kids - Pinalitan sa hospital. What I wanted really to say was how good they must look if they have their foot in their mouth. Heh.
Then there's this variation:
Stranger: They are lovely little girls. Are they yours?
Me: Yes, they are. <awkward smile>
Stranger: (looking at my 3-year old) The Dad's American?
Stranger: (looking at my 6-year old) How about her?
Me: Last time I checked, American too.
Note to self: Next time, be more specific. Say American-Italian. One of the brats look more Italian.
Joking aside, I know I do not need to answer to any of their questions. I am not accountable to satisfy their curiosity. It is just interesting to see their reaction. Wayyy funny to see them scramble to redeem themselves at the end of the conversation.
One of my guilty pleasures. :)