One day Mom sent a poem to my Dad asking him to review it.    When the poem came back: Dad would put the translation like this,  “… that someone passed through “the  Market stall” and along the street with many people.”  Kevin was laughing because he thinks the correction wasn’t poetic at all, and that it sounded like Scott was writing his essay and having a hard time concentrating.

  Now let’s hear Kevin “the official poetry editor”  about how he does his job:    Mom asked  him to fix this sentence: “thousands of beautiful images”. Kevin says it should be:   ” So ,so many beautiful images.”    
  We asked  Scott how he would fix the sentence, Scott says it should be:   ” thousands of hideous images”.    I think Scott will never be a good poetry fixer.    I try to think if I can come up with something better than what Mom wrote, but I can’ think of anything.
  Mom is getting very good at this business  –   how she can use the English language with the Vietnamese at the same time. I notice her poems are very  short.    Mom doesn’t like any thing  long _  even the way she speaks : very precise and to the point. She showed me works from other  poets. They really write long and long poems.    If she sees a long poem of someone she admires, she would chop it down and uses what she likes.
   We just find out a good place for Kevin and Scott to buy their toys.    It’s the flea market.    Mom can buy fresh fruits there too The last time we went, she ended up buying 10 lbs of grapes, 20 lbs of oranges, and 10 lbs of avocado.    We have to let the dogs eat some of the fruits with us because there was so much.
   Mom really has a lot more issues to control than I do:    clutter, food, shoes.  The freezer is still stuffed with food  – even more food than before, and Mom keeps saying she is not buying anything .  I wonder where they come from anyway.
  Last night, I fell off the bed.   Maybe God was not happy about something I did. We have been missing a few Sunday Mass:
       ” Dear  God, please forgive us for not being able to see you on a regular basis. We have to try better.”

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Boy Scout

Finally Scott is old enough to graduate and join Kevin’s Boy Scout Troop.  We took them to the first meeting today.  You should see Scott as the shortest boy among the club.  Somehow everywhere we go, Scott is the tiniest boy.  When he talks he has to look up to other boy’s faces, and the tall boy has to gaze down to Scott’s so they can meet somewhere in between.  Also, Scott likes hanging around with older kids – this makes him an old man before his time.

Scott just got a book “Happiness for Dummies”.  I guess he is not happy enough these days.  Going to bed, he reads the picture Bible first, then his happy book, then he makes a big grin (required for happy exercises – you should smile no matter what).  I think Dad should read this book instead of Scott.

Scott is like Mom – they are book worms.  All he needs is a pair of eyeglass like mine, then he will be (or at least look like) a nerd.  He knows that very well so he tries not to have bad eyes like I do.  Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to wear glasses, it makes me look so old.  Last week, I had to have my hair cut with the bang in front so I can look a few years younger.

Tomorrow is Sunday, we will go to Church again.  I can’t wait for the Bible class to hear good stories about God.  Last week, I was called to the altar during Mass to hold out the wine tray for the congregation.  I felt very important standing up there for the job.

Mom is glad that finally we found this church; otherwise we wouldn’t know how many more churches we have to visit.  Mom is determined for us to know God before either Kevin or Scott becomes delinquent.