Funny mistranslation of the day: When the waitress brought us hot, white liquid in a pitcher, I poured it into my glass. She laughed, took the cup away, and poured the hot liquid over the fish dish. Oops.
We ate dinner with two other couples at a Korean restaurant. There was only one high chair so I held Elijah on my lap. The waitress was constantly adding food to our big hot plate and occasionally reached over to feed Elijah a bite while I took a bite. She also offered him stickers and a cup to play with. After a while, she reached over to touch his belly. I thought she was tickling him until she told me his belly was full and he had eaten enough. She then removed his plate of noodles from in front of us! He was still motioning for food (and many orphans struggle with food issues), so I continued to feed him scrambled egg. She motioned that he was full and would get sick. She offered to walk him around the restaurant (I assume by her gestures) but I had to say no three times so she would stop trying to pick him up. We had been warned about pushy moms and grandmothers around here, especially about bundling up babies to keep warm. It seems people feel they have some sort of right to tell me how to treat my Asian child since he is apparently foreign to me, even though they met the child a few minutes ago. Ironically, I told Phillip earlier today that the people near us at lunch were probably thinking "those Americans must overfeed that child, look at his cheeks!" But I love those cheeks no matter what others may say.
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