I woke up at the crack of 8:30am this morning to do the traditional Father's Day breakfast. Made coffee for the first time in my life...I forgot to put the filter basket in, but somehow everything still worked out fine, and apparently the coffee tasted good. Compiled a fruit plate--bananas, strawberries, blueberries, grapes, and plums. Note for the future: plums are really hard to cut. I had no idea, never having eaten them. Around this time, my sister stumbled groggily into the kitchen, and I instructed her to eat all of the ugly pieces of fruit that I'd messed up on. Moved stuff to the table, propped the Calvin and Hobbes Father's Day card I made last night up on Dad's place mat. Then we made hash browns, scrambled eggs, and Costco chicken bake. Family meals are a little quieter these days, with Mom in Taiwan, but we manage to fill the void pretty well. I attempted and failed the Sunday crossword...darn you, Will Shortz! Levels of success with the crossword can really make or break my morning.
Then we went to church, and somehow I got signed up to help with the Sunday School, so I spent a couple hours hanging out with little toddlers and watching them learn/play. The whole 2-3 hours was overflowing with cute moments, but here are my favorite:
-The teacher was telling a story, and then she went, "How many of you go to the library?" so they all raised their hands, and then she said, "What is the library for?" and they all went, "Borrow DVD's!!!" Hahaha...whatever happened to reading books??
-During free time, everyone was running around the playground, and I went in the shade to sit and watch them play. I could watch little kids playing forever, I think...it's just so fascinating to me. You can totally predict what kind of person they're going to grow into. Anyways, I was sitting there watching them and laughing, and the littlest boy in the group came running towards me and hid behind a tree peeking out at me. So I went over, and we did a series of scary-movie-esque peekaboos--he'd jump out from behind one side of the tree and I'd scream, then I'd jump out from behind the other side and he'd scream. This turned into him chasing me around the tree, and then I closed my eyes and he went to hide under the slide. When it was his turn to close his eyes, he basically ran after me with his hands over his eyes.
-Later, the same boy recited Eric Carle's "Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What Do You Hear?" book to me. He's so smart and could basically memorize the whole thing, but at one point, he got confused and thought a "mango" was an animal, so he was shouting, "Mango, mango, what do you hear?"
-I was talking to this other kid, and he asked me how old I was, so I said 20, and he said, "Oh, so you're an adult!" Sigh...
-After lunch, the kids all went swarming back to the playground, and this one little boy was at the swings, yelling "AUDREY AUDREY!" at the top of his lungs, and finally a little girl with a pink hat and pigtails came running over, and she got on the swing he was saving for her, and they swung (swang??) together for the rest of the afternoon. And I was thinking, "Man, he is going to make a great boyfriend someday."
Earlier today--
Mei: Dad, what kind of food do you want for dinner?
Dad: Why are you asking me? Are you guys planning on cooking for me?
Mei: Maybe...
Dad: I want to eat out.
