So the other day I got to overhear a conversation (fight) between my two big boys:
Kai: You're AMERICAN!
Jo: I'm JAPANESE!
Kai: You're AMERICAN!
Jo: I'm JAPANESE!
Kai: You're AMERICAN!
Jo: I'm JAPANESE!
I have absolutely no interest in teaching them the term "blah blah"-American, as then I'd have to be fair and they'd go around saying they're Japanese-British-Danish-Italian-German-American. How lame is that?
Oh, and yes, I will take full responsibility for their being messed up.
This, though, is not my fault. I blame it on school or something, I don't know. Jo tells me a couple days later, "I can't believe me & Tommy are friends. I mean, I'm Japanese and he's from Hong Kong!"
And for an overdue Keo story, we were at karate a couple of weeks ago watching the big boys. He fell off a stool while attempting to get a drink of water (or really just trying to see how well he can wet his entire body in a single sip) and blackened his eye. He fell at just the right angle to hit his poor adorable face on the corner of the wall. His eye blackened instantly and I felt so bad. He was screaming so loudly that I had to take him outside. After a minute of his screaming, I started to distinguish specific words, and after listening a little closer, I realized he was screaming, "I dying! I DYING! I dying..." over and over.
I don't need a daughter. There's plenty of drama at my house as is.
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Oh, but a daughter would add that extra spice to the drama, especially when it comes to trying to figure out who they are ;)
HAHAHAHAHAH! BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH! Oh man Cristi, this made me so happy. How hilarious! I love kids, and their drama. I miss you!
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