“Mom, dad, was I adopted from space?”

I look up from my dinner at the same time as my wife. “What?” I almost spit out my drink laughing.

“You adopted me from an alien, didn’t you?”

I look over at my wife to see if she has a clue where this question came from, but she shrugs.

“That’s an oddly strange accusation, Carter. Why do you think we adopted you from space?” I ask.

“Well, for one, my hair is red and none of you guys have red hair. Plus, I’m much shorter than everyone, like an alien.” Carter explains, pointing to his hair and then comparing out height.

“Carter, just because you have red hair doesn’t mean you’re an alien.” My wife finally says something.

“Okay, then what about my eyes? Why are they so big?” He argues.

“Your eyes are normal, what do you mean?” I can’t say stop myself from laughing.

“Are you sure I wasn’t adopted from an alien? It’d be much cooler than human parents.”