Friday, January 13, 2012
Chinese Fried Chicken
My son requested “home-made” Chinese for dinner last night. Anything that makes us think and feel our trip is eminent is currently welcome in our home. We are lonesome for a little girl we have never met, but yet she resides in such big places in all of our hearts. For this we are amazed and very grateful.
After dinner, I introduced the kids to a new friend, her name is “Google Translate.” We committed to learning a new Chinese word but I have quickly run out of the 10 or so words I thought I knew. This amazing technology allows you to type something in English and then you can listen to the Chinese. The lady sounds a little bit like my GPS lady but she is wonderfully fluent and distinct. We all learned the phrase “I love you."
Beau quickly understood the science behind what I was doing on the computer and typed in “I love you fried chicken.”
As of this morning, none of us could remember where the Chinese part of I Love you begins and where fried chicken ends. There is a real possibility our daughter will be nicknamed “fried chicken”, but we will love her anyway!