I was at the grocery store trying to pick up a few items and my son had me turning at least 12 shades of red...
Here are a couple little gems....
(just walked by
4 Asian men in black suits)
Trev: Hey! LOOK!
NINJAS!
Me:

Trevor, they are not ninjas.
Trev: I know Tae Kwon Do. Want to see what I can do?
Random stranger 1:

sure
Trev: :acts like he is kicking sideways in air:
Random Stranger 1: That is pretty good.
Trev: I know.
Trev: Are you a ninja?
Random Stranger 1: nooooo
Trev: Then you must be a spy. Spies wear black, too.
Random shoppers:
Me:
(walked by an older gentleman with grey hair and a Van Dyke)
Trev: You look like my dad
Random Stranger 2: :looks at me and smiles: Do I?
Trev: Yes.
Me: Trev... Everyone with hair on their face does not look like your dad.
Random shopper:
Trev: But he does look like dad
Random stranger 2: :chuckle:
Me: (trying to escape at this point) He does not look like your dad. He is about 20 or 30 years older. /whisper
Trev: Daddy is getting grey hair
Me: I can imagine...
As we were leaving the store...
Trev: Mom, there are those
Mexicans again! (a little too loud while pointing in their direction)
Me:

They are
Asians, Trevor. Please stop talking now...