Monday, July 20, 2009

You gotta draw the line somewhere

We are raising our boys to be Thai. They go to a Thai school, they respect their teachers, they wai their elders, etc. In fact, the household is Thai. We have a picture of the King (only the Buddha can be higher), wet bathroom floors, etc.
When we bought a new truck, we took it to the wat to get blessed by the monks, and the abbot finger-painted all sorts of Buddhist swirly things into the new cloth.
Upon hearing that, a British friend told me, "You're crazy -- I won't let 'em into my truck -- you gotta draw the line somewhere!"
Sometimes I have to grit my teeth. When I realized that both my boys like to eat fried insects, I decided just to grin and bear it.
Tonight we were eating at a pizzeria. Jason picked up the ketchup squirter, used both hands to swing it upside down, and aimed it at the middle of his slice.
"NO JASON!" I shouted. "YOU DON'T PUT KETCHUP ON PIZZA!"
You gotta draw the line somewhere!

2 comments:

The Tagoreler said...

Yeah... Course you don't... you dip pizza into ketchup :D

sara said...

I remember when you went to Anne and Ed's for "Thanksgiving" and you wouldn't cook your pizza in the same oven as the turkey. Dude, it's all perspective.