As much as I loved my trip to Nepal, it's great to be back home. In the last few days, I missed my family a lot. The boys missed me, too, especially since I always come home bearing gifts. Even Poo claims that she missed me.
Walking down the street, Jason was using his left hand to hold my hand, and with his right he was pointing and exclaiming at everything he saw:
"Daddy, rot!" (car)
"Daddy, kee maa!" (dog shit)
"Daddy, sewwen!" (7 - 11)
"Isn't it cute?" I pointed out to Poo, "he is so happy to see his father that he excitedly points at everything he sees!"
"He is not just happy to see you," she observed, "he is trying to teach you to speak Thai."
Great, my teacher is a 3-year-old.
2 comments:
Welcome home Mick. Now when are you bringing the family to Eureka. We'll be thinking of ya'll Thursday. Matt.
Ditto.
Purcell
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