Celebrity sighting...wait...no.

Background information:

Zoey, as we all know, dearly loves the show Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. Her two favorite episodes are the ones that feature Yo Yo Ma. (Yes. The cello player. For whatever reason, she finds him fascinating. If this means she's going to start playing the violin in 5th grade, I'm hosed.)

Yesterday, before our big outing to Costco, Zoey and I stopped by the bagel shop for bagels and cream cheese--our new favorite snack. Zoey was in cream cheese heaven, with it smeared all over her face and hands, when an elderly gentleman stopped by our table to comment on how much it looked like she was enjoying herself. Zoey regarded him seriously, then asked "Grandpa?". Luckily, he found this amusing, while I explained that this was not, in fact, her own Grandpa.

Later, the owner of the bagel shopped also stopped by the table to talk to Zoey. Since we go in there so often, we feel like we know the husband-and-wife team who own the place, as well as their daughter, who is about a year older than Zoey. They happen to be Asian. Can you see where this story might be heading?

Anyway, as the owner is standing over Zoey, asking her if she's enjoying her yummy bagel, Zoey looks up at him, her face lights up, and she turns to me and yells "Mommy! Yo Yo Ma! Yo Yo Ma!", as though she were so excited to finally be meeting him in person.

Luckily, a majority of what comes out of Zoey's mouth is still garbled in such a way that Bryan and I are often the only ones who understand her. I decided to use this to my advantage as I pretended not to know what she was saying, and explained that yes, Zoey did indeed love her bagel and cream cheese.

So, apparently, if you're over the age of 60, Zoey considers you to be her grandparent, and if you're a middle aged Asian American, you must be a world famous cello player.