The other box

I may have posted about this before. I've certainly thought about it: What do I tell my boys when they (inevitable) come to me one day to ask what box they're to check for their ethnicity? They certainly shouldn't have to choose between black and white, but all that leaves is... "other." What's up with that? My children aren't "other;" they're children. So what do I tell them? How do I let them know that - in a world that wants you to choose and categorize what you are - all that matters is they're God's. That's it. They're children of God, not "other," even if it may be the box they have to choose for somebody's ambiguous statistical purposes. Hmmph