Dirty Feet and Hairy Arms

I steam cleaned our travertine in the kitchen, which, counterintuitively, resulted in our feet turning black the next day.  Elise was the one to notice it.  Here is her verbatim response (said with her usual animated voice):

"Oh my gosh Dada, you must clean your feet.  Your feet are black!  Don’t get the black on the bed!

Also yesterday, Mar made some Korean soup, at which point Elise reminded us that she is Korean too.  I asked her, "Is Mama Korean?"  Yes.  "Is Dada Korean?"  No.  "What is Dada?"  

Her response:  "Have some hair," pointing to my arms.  So, I guess hairy arms is what makes me not Korean.