"Mrs. Barron, you want to hear a joke?" asked Jose.
I nod, expecting the usual ten year old stuff about chickens or knock, knock who's there.
"A mexican, an Ecuadorian, and an El Salvadorian are in a car. Who is driving?"
I ponder this for a moment before shrugging.
I laughed really hard. So did Sergio when I retold it to him. Is that being culturally insensitive?