"Thank God you're here!" Finn greeted his wife at the door with a huge embrace.

"What the hell is up with you Finn? Why did I have 3 urgent messages waiting for me at my office after my lunch break?" Mercedes questioned.

"You had your phone off," Finn replied sheepishly.

"It was a business lunch and I was with a client. Well I'm here now so what's the problem?"

"Jasmine asked the question."

"What…the babies question? For God's sake she's only six years old."

"No…God no not that. The other question, the really big one we talked about when you were pregnant with her."

Mercedes' face filled with worry when she realized what he was talking about.

"She asked why her mommy and daddy were different colors didn't she."

Finn nodded his reply.

"Dang. I thought we would have more time."

"Me too. What are we gonna tell her Mercedes?"

"What about that little speech we prepared."

"The one about different races not being an issue because we are all God's children and we are supposed to love each other equally."

"Yeah that…why didn't you tell her that."

"That seemed a little stupid to say after that cop shot that black guy outside of a bar last night when the poor guy was just reaching for his car keys."

"Yeah she's really smart. She'll see right through that rainbow coalition stuff."

"What are we going to tell her? I told her to wait in her room until you got back and she is expecting something good."

"You're the funny dad. Why don't you go in there and make her laugh and then tell her that it's ok to be mixed."

"Things aren't as easy as they seem on Everybody Loves Raymond. I want to tell her something, but what if she has follow up questions? I am not prepared for follow up questions."

"This is way too much pressure. Maybe we should call Santana and Brittany. Their kid is older than Jasmine, maybe they had the "two mommies" talk with him already and we can just…ya know…copy their story a little bit."

"No!" Finn practically gasped. "I will not give our daughter a plagiarized speech. Come on, we are two intelligent adults, we can do this."

"Finn…last week you almost choked on a grape. And after you coughed it up you shoved three more back into your mouth."

Finn's cheeks turned rosy red; he thought she didn't see him do that. It figures, Mercedes sees every stupid thing he does.

"Alright, so we are one and a half intelligent adults, we can still do this," he reasoned.

"Whatever we decide, we should say it together. That way if one of us hits a wall, the other can take over."

"Agreed."

"OK, where is she now?"

"In her room, I put a Dora dvd on."

"Good, we still got time. Who is going to talk first?"

"You should, she respects you more."

"Yeah but whenever I talk first she automatically assumes she's in trouble because I'm the disciplinarian. I don't want her to think asking questions about her ethnicity is something that will get her in trouble. You have to start."

"OK fine I'll start. But I'm warning you, it will be very awkward."

"Isn't that what you told me to expect on our honeymoon," Mercedes smirked.

"Haha very funny."

They walked up the stairs to Jasmine's room. Finn was about to turn the handle but then he stopped and smiled at Mercedes.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I just thought of a great opener," Finn smirked.

"What?"

"Hey honey I got great news. You may feel alienated from your peers for a while but at least you can become president!"

Mercedes smacked him on the back of the head for good measure before they entered their daughter's room.