Home at last: some paradoxes

I'm pretty wiped out, but a couple of things I had to share:

1. Chinese folks are great folks, but watch out for the driving. Scary. The one who has the biggest car and the loudest horn has the right of way. Pedestrians, you're on your own.
2. We stayed in a 5-star hotel with a restaurant to match. In all this elegance--waterfalls, art, streams, and wonderful dining--the conversations of the adoptive parents (their numbers are now legion) are as follows:

"Did your baby poop yet?"

"No. Yours?"

"No, not yet. Hey, ________! How about your baby? Has she pooped yet?"

"Yeah! Whoop! Whoop! And it was like granite/it was all over the place, too!"

All this and no one misses a bite, turns green, or otherwise.

And of course, if someone answers "yes," someone has to ask how it was accomplished. Then you get into everything from Karo syrup to suppositories to enemas.

And people return to the buffet for seconds.