Son: “Dad, how is it we’re ethnically Greek?”
Father: “Son, I’m glad you’ve asked me that question because you see… we dance the Zorba and the Kalamadianos, we listen to Dalaras and Kazantzis, we love to eat feta and other delicious Greek things, and last but not least we speak Greek so there you have it… we’re Greeks!
Son: “Thanks dad! You’ve now helped me discover MY ethnicity!”
Father: “What, that you are Greek?”
Son: “Oh no… American!”
Father: “How the hell is it you’re American? What is this nonsense you’re talking about son?”
Son: “Well, I’ve watched countless American movies, listen to Rap and dance to Lady Gaga, live off American fast food for most of the week, speak English… even in the American accent if needed, and wouldn’t mind owning a Harley!"
Father: “But…”
Son: “Cheers dad… you always clear things up for me!”