Tonight the big kids ditched us for more exciting adventures. So we took the little ones on an adventure too….a Japanese hibachi grill.
Unlike most Japanese restaurants, this particular one employs people of all races and nationalities. So don’t expect a Japanese cook or server ‘cause it may not happen!
On a side note and amazingly enough…..there were no tears this time when the fire was lit! Yay for us.
Well, one of the college aged servers approached us to ask about the girls. Where are they from? Are they sisters (meaning…biological)? How long have they been here? Did they speak Mandarin?
I never mind these questions when I know someone is truly interested and is not being malicious. I will admit though that it’s getting harder to answer when little ears are listening. Not sure how I’m going to handle this as they get older….(hint hint to those who have been there!)
Anyhow, this employee happened to be Chinese herself from a province near where both little ones were born so I understood her curiosity.
On the drive home, I started thinking about the question, “are they sisters?”
alternate fighting and playing well every two minutes
finish each others sentences and thoughts
can interpret for the other
create long, elaborate games that never seem to end
sit and watch Barbie movies for hours at a time
love to drag out art supplies to use their imagination
wreak havoc together on a daily basis
have perfected the whine of each others names
tattle on each other relentlessly
and so many other things.
So you tell me…..
Are they sisters?