The Country Mice

Prior to attending the Saturday evening session of the World Track and Field Championships in Daegu last evening, we happened upon a couple of stalls selling an assortment of dishes whose English translations had clearly been provided by the venerable Google Translate.

Provide Chinese Chapter dump upon bland pile.

Yup. Two of those please.

Among the dishes which came to our hungry selves — and really, Mary, Susan and Blake, isn’t it all just about the food? — was a plate of noodles, doused in liquid fire, and spotted with tiny body parts of tiny little sea critters.

Homeboy does not usually take a dare. You might call it self-confidence, stubbornness (his Montessori teachers would call it ‘independence’) or no fun at all. However, encouraged by the thought that he’d be doing something thirty years earlier than either of his aged parents, he took the bait — er, the octopod.

The younger one, however, was not to be outdone. She picked up a piece of the ‘pod and equally bravely tossed it back.

Some surprise, however, encountered with the level of spice.

Whoops! A few scary moments when the octopus threatened to return to open air…

But one can always count on a bowl of miso soup to make all right with the world.

And to always keep peace — and pace — with your sibling!