You can stereotype Chinese/Asian people all day and all night long. You can talk about their slanted eyes. And for the most part (at least the older generation) their short stature. You can even talk about Chinese people being passive.
That’s fine and all. But Caleb will have none of that passive side of him. Oh no. Yvonne went to a play date this afternoon with Caleb. This son of ours, as many of you know, is quite active and is strong-willed. So he’s playing on his ride-on toy. Another kid 2 and a half years old decides he wants to ride on it. Well Caleb does not approve of this action. He crawls around to the back and starts screaming at this child and hitting him. Not only does this other child not get off, he decides to give Caleb another toy for him to play with. Well Caleb accepts this toy, only to use it as a weapon and starts hitting him with it. The rest of the afternoon, he’s eyeing his toy making sure no kid gets on HIS toy.
So that’s the story I was told.
Another funny story:
A couple of weeks ago I was trying to feed Caleb his snack. I was feeding him avocados which he loves. But avocados by themselves tend to be pretty thick and require breast milk so Caleb can swallow it better. Well this day at that time, we were out of pumped breast milk. So I turn to Yvonne and tell her, "I need you to squeeze some milk in the bowl."
Now stop and imagine this for a little bit… Imagine me and Yvonne sitting on the ground, Caleb right next to us, and a plastic bowl with avocado in it that’s way too thick. Maybe just the moms and dads will know about this, but breast milk just doesn’t come out of the boob on command. It takes the fine skill of a baby’s mouth or a breast pumping machine to get milk out (and the machine doesn’t work that well). But this boy needs some milk in his avocado.
Although hesitant at first, Yvonne is convinced to do it. She pulls out her breast and attempts to squeeze some milk in the bowl. It takes a while to get going, but not too long, a drop of milk comes out. And then another drop. And then yet another drop. She starts feeling the let down coming, and they are no longer drops, but streams of milk coming out of her boob. She was spraying everywhere. In the bowl. On my hand. I guess it’s hard to aim when you’re laughing so hard. But we did it.
Caleb ate some avocados.