Made in Romania?

So, a half hour a go, as I was finishing my lunch, I felt something stuck to my beard. A sticker.

Well, that is not surprising, as Amalia loves stickers, and they seem to find their way everywhere.

However, this was not a sticker of a butterfly or a unicorn or any of the usual suspects, but rather a label that read, "Made in Romania."

Now, while it is true that I was in Romania as a little lad, I was not made in Romania, and, furthermore, I have no idea how long this sticker has been affixed to my beard. Was it there when I dropped Amalia off at school? Do all the other parents now think that I am some strange Romanian super-patriot. Do I now need to send out a press release saying that, while I have deep respect and a love for the Romanian people and their traditions, I can really only be considered Romanian in that my Italian and Austro-German ancestry share some common roots, centuries back, with the Romanians, and I apologize for any misunderstanding regarding my Romanianness (Romanianitas?)?

When I was in about the second grade and pretty fascinated with Dracula, I would love to have found a "Made in Romania" sticker. I would probably been insufferable, running around with my Lugosi Bela accent and fake teeth.