Zack and a neighbor are playing Mariokart. Zoe is reading. I order delivery Cuban Food and thank God for the USA.
The doorbell rings. I pay.
"Cuban food is here!" I announce.
Zack turns to his friend and says, "We are Cuban. That makes us Hispanic....I hope you don't want to kill us now that you know that.... I read about a lot of murdered Hispanics.."
His friend keeps racing MarioKart and says something like "uhhh ok"
I slip the guy a still-hot churro (the one that would have been mine...) just for insurance, anyway.
So far, peace reigns.