I told the kids that I wasn't sure what we would eat for
dinner with Grandpa Ross, but that I needed them to be really respectful and
kind and if they didn't like it they could take a couple bites and that was
fine, but just to remember to have really good manners. Alex was so grown up
talking to Grandpa. He asked some good questions about Chinese vs Japanese food
and culture. Ian managed to stay on his seat most of the time, though he
couldn't resist eating all the sweet and sour sauce and sticking his fork in
his ice water and playing with the ice cubes. The next morning we heated up the
leftovers for breakfast and you should have heard the complaints from a couple
of the kids. "I don't want that for breakfast! I'm not eating any of it! I
did not like the sauce! I did not like the chicken!" Hahaha When I said,
"But you ate it fine last night" I got "You told us to be nice!
We didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings!!" Wow! They really did a great
job! I didn't even think they'd listened to me telling them to have good manners. :) There aren't too many meals that everybody likes, so it's not too surprising that they didn't like some of it, but I was impressed that they were kind and had zero complaints the night of. Good job, kids!
A lady at the Chinese restaurant that we ate at with my dad
said I had beautiful children. I was kind of expecting to get looks and surprised faces when
people saw us walking around, but I didn't expect some really nice comments.
One lady in a line at Legoland said I must be very patient 'cause it would take a
lot of patience to raise that many kids. Then, the kids got restless in line
and started hitting and punching each other. I'm not sure if patience equates with too much lenience sometimes, and I also don't think I'm very patient, but I supposed I am
more patient than I was with one or two kids.
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