Kung Hee Fat Choy

Every so often, its good to remind myself that there is more to being part-Chinese than just being cheap.  And so on Friday night, we drove the three boys out to Waikoloa to see the Asian festival.  We went primarily to see the dancing lion (my mistake, I referred to it yesterday as a dancing dragon) & taiko, but also got to see Filipino & Thai performances as well.

Ryan was half terrified of feeding the noisy, dancing, kinda...um...spastic lion.  But the 16% Chinese blood running through his veins persevered!

If there had been some noisy, dangerous firecrackers polluting the air and 1 billion loudly yelling Chinese people it would have felt just like being in China!  

This picture just makes me hungry for pahd thai, chicken satay and coconut curry.  Please tell me I'm not the only one.

A rare, raaaare moment of quiet last evening with the boys...is there anyone out there with THREE young boys that doesn't have high blood pressure?  Seriously.  My ears bled from all the tattling and grumbling in the car last night.  

"Someone" (and I won't mention names), in the span of about a minute, decided to get completely DRENCHED in the water fountain last night.  I was equally horrified and impressed by my normally reserved little boy!  :-)

The night ended with (family tradition!) a giant DQ Blizzard to share, and tree climbing.

Here's my take away from the night- learning from other cultures should be a fascinating experience, not a hateful one. Now if only we could get a few others to celebrate diversity instead of doing crazy things like boycotting Penny's & Starbucks for being gay-friendly.  Seriously...can we please just evolve as a species and entertain the idea that we're not all born the same color, size, shape or sexuality, but that we're still all equal and deserve to be treated as such?