This Ain't No Party

But it may be a disco. When Mom was queuing up iTunes to play the Floppy Sleep Game, mainstay of the  Sleep in Your Own Room and You Get a Trophy initiative, Jiejie dived under my arm and put on some dance music. Jiejie and Meimei knew just what to do, and within seconds TJ came frog-hopping down the hall to join in. I had seen him dance at that cultural mecca of Guangzhou, The Paddy Field, an ex-pat pub with live music, Guinness pie and tolerable spaghetti, but the lad is definitely loosening up. Today he managed a pediatrician visit and a chest X-ray and asked for a banana in English. When the kids were playing school, Jiejie reported, TJ learned to write the word "cat." He also seems to have gotten a detention slip, if the piece of paper I picked up is any indication. Ah, he's his mother's son, to be sure.