My three sons

I’ve decided they are animals!  At least, they turn into them when I want to take them out to a restaurant and have them sit for a few hours entertaining themselves, while Rebecca and I socialize (go figure).  In the US dining out for us is no big deal; because there is almost always someone else’s child freaking out at the table next to us that makes ours look good by comparison.  In China though, we are the freaks, which is not something I’m used to or really all that fond of.  In most situations we feel we are under the microscope here since our family is so large and full of testosterone.  It makes for a stressful dining experience when the two year old doesn’t act like a little adult.

Any way, Sundays we typically go to lunch with a family or two after church, so we get to test it out every week.  We’ve decided we need to figure out something to keep their little hands off each other, but I don’t want them to turn to electronic devices for their entertainment while at the table.  So far we have come up with something out of the stone ages:  paper and pencils.

Thankfully after a stressful lunch this Sunday evening, I got to take my angst out on Riley by ripping one of his bottom, front teeth out by the roots.  Seriously, he’d been working on it for a few weeks and was very excited that his first one was about to come out.  We found that the Chinese Tooth fairy does give out money, but in RMB…