Lennon speaks Chinese. That's not a metaphor for how parents and children inevitably grow apart. No, she speaks real Chinese. I think she learned it from Nickelodeon and this internet game she plays. Wow. I THINK that? No, I KNOW that's where she learned it from. Otherwise, I'd have to come to the conclusion that there is some other way she is learning, and I can safely rule out family, language classes, flash cards, and osmosis. Eating a lot of those little canned oranges shouldn't have anything to do with this, right? So yeah, she learned Chinese from Nickelodeon and the internet. I think it's cool, except that I don't understand anything except "thank you" and "hello" so I end up feeling like she might be talking shit about me.
We're going to an orientation for Kindergarten tonight. Typing that out makes me nauseous.
I just hit Lennon in the head with a plastic egg. She's crying now. Blind people should not play catch. I should publish and get off the computer before I get cursed out in mandarin.