Guess who is almost potty trained?  We’re so proud!  Check her potty-going self out!

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…and my husband will have the chicken poodle soup, please.

I don’t know the name of the Korean barbecue restaurant where we had lunch today, but if I were the owner, I think I’d call it Best in Show.

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I’m generally an anxious, high-strung person, so the idea of getting a great massage has always appealed to me.  Unfortunately, I’m way too cheap to pay more than $20 for one, so it’s likely no coincidence that all my massage experiences have left me even more tense than I was before I went in.  My first massage was at the famed Hotel Gellert in Budapest.  It cost $3.50 and involved me being forced to first take a cold shower and to then soak buck naked in a steaming “thermal bath” with 20 buck naked, elderly Hungarian women.  When I was finally ushered to the massage room, I was placed, still buck naked, on a long metal table, where I was hosed down by one husky woman while a second scrubbed me with a bar of soap that smelled a lot like Lifeboy.

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I’d like to take a moment to brag about my husband. Just a few weeks ago, I witnessed him signal a server and attempt to ask for the check by shouting, “Mi fan.” Just so you know, mi fan means rice. A few days later, he tried to request a cup of coffee at the same restaurant by asking for “Sumei.” Just so you know, Sumei is P’s best friend. I made endless fun of him for these linguistic gaffes, but I’m not laughing anymore.

This week, I witnessed the same man tell Ayi in Chinese, “We’re going to an art museum to look at art. We will be back home by 3:00. Is this okay?” Ayi immediately nodded and said it was no problem.

Dashan needs to watch out!

P is learning a lot at school.  As I was making her breakfast the other day, she decided to pass on some of her newly acquired knowledge to me and said, “If you have a thing sticking out, you have to use the boys’ potty, and if you don’t have a thing sticking out, you have to use the girls’ potty.”  I asked her from where this thing typically sticks, and she replied, “You know, from the middle of your booty.”  I asked her if she had a thing sticking out, and she promptly pulled down her pants, mooned me, and said, “You know I don’t.  That’s why I use the girls’ potty.”

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If only this were available in her size…

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I noticed this on the wall at P’s school this morning.  I think it’s a score sheet for the class’ weekly ball-bouncing contest.

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A friend from home emailed me the other day and asked (in all seriousness) if we were able to have simple conversations in Chinese yet.  I laughed so hard at that question that Diet Coke flew from my nose.  Chinese is hard, people!

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Chris and I ate lunch at one of the student dining halls on campus yesterday.  Here’s what we had.  It cost a whopping $1.80.