Pooped

We were on a family stroll the other night to pick up the chinese version of baby Tylenol for Tanner's cough and fever.

Hunter was particularly excited, and hopped with every step. Of course, he insisted we show our best hopping to. And we did, over the canal bridge, past the massage centers (yes, it is hard to walk past them when it's only like $10 US for an hour...), past the non-law-abiding-traffic-filled-cross-walks, past the street vendors, past the hand fulls of other families out for mid-night strolls.

We made a game of "nihao" (hello in chinese). We wanted to see who could get the best reaction when we "whities" greeted the locals in their own tongue. We even kept points. I lost points when I got a nose in the air. Tim gained points when a sweet old woman started giggling when she heard my tall American hunk greet her.

Hunter even joined in, blurting off the phrases he knew. But then we all decided Tanner took the cake. We passed a group of young chatty women shopping, and heard them gawk (in Chinese) "Oooh, foreign babies are soooo cute". We stopped the stroller, and turned Tanner to face them. He then, raising his eyebrows, said "Nihoo!" (his way of saying nihao).

In unison, the crowd gasped and gushed over our little Buddha-bellied baby. Hunter was so proud of Tanner.

On our way home, the following conversation took place:
T: It must be two miles round trip
H: My legs are getting tired, Daddy can you give me a ride?
T: I'm pooped.
H: You pooped? Did you have to go poop Daddy?
T&S: (laughing)
H: (laughing just because Tim and I are laughing)
T: (too pooped to explain what "pooped" really meant) "Yes Hunter, I have to poop".
H: Then maybe we should take a taxi home instead of walking.

We then run into the neighbors at the entrance of our housing development. They are on a walk to the massage center, but stop to shoot the breeze with us. We enjoy a short rest, and continue talking with them about the delay in the shipment of our stuff from the US. They tell us about their favorite masseuses there at Kang Jun Massage. Hunter remains patient on Daddy's shoulders, until:

H: Daddy!! Daddy!! We need to go!

We ignore his urgency, as not to be rude to the new neighbors. Our mistake. Then the next comment came:

H: Daddy, you need to poop, you told me, we need to hurry home right now!"

Nothin' like a first impression.