My mother claimed that as guardians they were not too indulgent and that the boys were wonderful for them; then she had the audacity to suggest that maybe I was not patient enough.
I think that only partially explains things.
It was definitely not one of our finer weeks, but we managed to learn and few things and survive with all bodies intact (can't say the same for my mind).
The week started off well (school-wise at least) when we made Japanese flags (really, how hard can a red circle be?) and counted 1-5: ichi, ni, san shi, go. Our other projects, however, we not so successful: the paper cranes were impossible to fold, my attempt at miso soup failed when I discovered the miso paste was rank (I still have lots of seaweed, though, should anyone need any), and my tempura was only so-so (I actually pulled Doug aside and told him if it wasn't edible we'd order pizza after the kids went to bed).
Faux sushi saved the day, however. Andrew explained, "Boys in America only like sweet sushi. They do not like to eat bladder worms that turn into adult tapeworms and make you sick." He'd been reading about a Japanese man who consumed raw trout and ended up with a 28-foot tapeworm.
Next week can only be an improvement.
Some weeks are just like that - even in Australia :) We had a friend who's little boy told her they served sushi in the school cafeteria. She didn't believe it and so the next time she went to eat lunch with him he pointed out the sushi - it was deviled eggs. I'll have to tell Nae about Andrew's version of sushi I'm sure even he would not eat that!
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