Another milestone reached today but not necessarily a good one. Evie told me that she learned a new phrase: "F*ck it." Sigh. She says she doesn't ever say those words but that she has heard others in her class saying it. I guess I'm not really surprised but definitely sad and disappointed that she's already hearing such potty mouth by other kids even though she's only in kindergarten! :(
I had to do a quick trip to LA towards the end of July to say goodbye to my Uncle Pang, who passed away a few weeks earlier. I have fond memories of fun cousin time at his house in Palos Verdes and Uncle Pang taking us to the beach when we were younger. I remember how he delighted in making us kids squeal with laughter by pretending the car ride was a rolleroaster - we'd take sharp turns and all of us kids would slide to one side of his Volvo station wagon or he'd slow the car down to a roll and we'd all chant that we couldn't let the car stop and it would inch slowly forward at a stoplight. Although it was a sad reason to get together, I think he would be happy to know that the weekend was also a wonderful get together with family. Because it was fairly last minute, none of the kids flew over which meant us "adult cousins" were able to have long talks and linger over food. Kin and Meredith were able to host a summertime bbq at their house and we had a nice t
Oh man! At least she knows it's a bad word. It seems early but I think that sounds about right because I seem to recall a F- story about Max at that same age...
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