We stopped at Starbucks for breakfast before school today (shut up), and as we were leaving I kept counting bags, thinking one was missing. “1, 2, 3… 1,2,3.. Oh. Wait, Logan’s not here. I’m used to counting to four.” Daphne said, “Boy, Mom, you’re stupid this morning.” Dylan said, “You can count to four?”
Just realized I was eating breakfast and watching the news in chinese. Omg. I want to drive a forklift. – Guy, in Beijing hotel, traveling for fifth time in six weeks.