I'm Puerto Rican, you know!

We're in Ohio for a visit with relatives and we meet up with Cousin Di and hubby G-man Bill along with others at a nice comfy restaurant called Berwick Party House. We were just sitting around talking before dinner when Diane asked when Demetrius's birthday was. I told her once you know it, you'll never forget it as it's 3/3/3. And she said, "Well, that's my birthday, March 3. Of course, not 03 but still March 3." So, we went on about our business of visiting and eating, eating and visiting and then it was time to leave. She told Demetrius what a wonderful little person he was and that she wouldn't forget his birthday - maybe they should get together and celebrate. She said he got right up close to her and looked her in the eyes and said, "I'm Puerto Rican, you know." We're not sure why he said that but he did. Diane is French Canadian and in her coloring, looks like an older version of his mother, with the dark olive skin and hair. I don't know if he picked up on that and thought he should tell her or what. But he felt the need to let her know and she was impressed by that.