Hao, hao

At my school, all of the teachers are referred to as Teacher [first name]. For the past two days, I have been sitting in on a few classes for observations as part of my training. Even though I only sit in the back corner of the classroom on a miniature chair with my knees at my chin, the kids seem to if not like me, at least be curious about me. They hug me, climb me, give me stickers and throw bouncy balls to me. They want to know my favorite color, how old I am, where I am from, what my favorite food is. Granted, a majority of these questions are spoon(chopstick?) fed by their everyday teachers, but you can't expect a five-year-old Taiwanese boy to be able to come up with interview questions. Reciting it, comprehending my answers, and formulating an appropriate response is more than enough to impress me.

"Teacher John, why are your eyes blue?"
This question came to me in between classes, as I was smelling kids' hands for soap to make sure they washed for twenty seconds after using the bathroom.

I need to come up with a good answer for that, seeing as how it's the second time a kid has asked about my eyes (the first one was asked to another teacher). Do I tell them I am sick? Do I have superpowers? Should I act like I didn't know, then when I look in the mirror should I scream and try to wash them out?

Food for thought: It's amazing how similar boredom and procrastination are. I do the same mindless activities whether I have nothing to do or everything to do.