1-800-I LOVE YOU

'Member that song that used to go "I just called to say I love you"? When Barry, Holly and I were kids we'd say "I just called to say... boogie down your mushtasher". Didn't make much sense. Still doesn't, and that's why such immaturity brings out the deepest of gut laughs for kids.



With our old time friend Sandy Mecham in town, we decided to pack up the boys and her kids Jayden and Jacey to go to the Shanghai Aquarium.



After all that goes into getting 4 little ones packed, Tim was prepared to get a family annual pass while there. He'd filled out all of the application shy of our passport numbers. When the lady asked to write it down, as if we'd memorized them, Tim turned to me jokingly and asked "what were those passport numbers?" (in Chinese) As if blondie over here had memorized everybody's numbers. Catching on to the sarcasm, I replied quickly "Wasn't your's 1-800-I-LOVE-YOU". The lady didn't flinch, so Tim wrote it down. Not wanting to be left out on the fun, he was quick to write "1-800-URCUTE" for mine.

We were set and ready to go, except for making a scene with all the laughing. Just like immature brats trying to annoy their parents, we were guilty. Finally, one of the office ladies up looked at Tim and said "I LOVE YOU" in perfect English-- we were caught. Just for the record, I didn't play along and glare at her like a jealous wife. Instead, we let her join in on the fun, we got our annual passes and enjoyed a little inside joke between the three of us.

Now go boogie down your mustasher. Whatever that means to you.