Asha brings this geisha doll figure with her everywhere, she thinks it’s me, she calls it mommy. We have three different geisha doll figures, Asha thinks they are all me, she calls them all mommy. There’s a framed vintage poster of a young Asian woman on our wall, Asha points at it, smiles, and says, “It’s mommy.” There’s another framed vintage poster on another wall with a princely peaceful Bhuddaesque robed young man surrounded by seductive luxurious Asian females. Asha ponders the poster, grins and says, “Many mommies.” Asha seems to think all representations of Asian women are mommy, be it pictures, posters, drawings or dolls. Asha is confident that these are all me. Guess I’m raising a little racist. All look same to her.