I love those days when I ask Kevin "what are you in the mood to have for dinner?" on a weekend and he replies "Chinaman!" Okay, not grammatically or politically correct, but gives me a thrill nonetheless. There was a time, not that long ago, that the kids would groan when we ordered Chinese food, but not anymore. Ever since I pulled out my chopsticks, Chinese food is fun. An adventure! And eagerly anticipated. I'm amazed at what they are willing to try, if only they get to try to eat it with two sticks. Their current favorite is General Tso's chicken, but they have tried (and enjoyed) Moo Shu chicken and they all eat tons of the vegetables. Almost makes me want to break out the chopsticks at every meal, but then they would lose their novelty, and also their effectiveness.
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