There is a knock on my office door. "예에에~~~?" I answer melodically. The door opens and there is Evil Mark, down from fourth floor, with a woman. "The is Kim Blah-blah, our new member,"
Lisa: Dad, I'm cute, right? Me: Yep. Lisa: Lucy is too. Me: Yep. Lisa: ... Me: What about me? Lisa: ... You're nice.
Lucy: Dad, can you say this? '내가 그린 기린 그림은 잘 그린 기린 그림이다.' Me: Yeah. Lucy: Say it. Me: Say what? Lucy: 내가 그린 기린 그림은 잘 그린 기린 그림이다. Me: 'The giraffe pictures
Lucy is sitting in the back of the car as we are negotiating traffic. "Daddy, I feel sick." "Sick?" I repeat, thinking that this could be messy. "I have to throw up."
There is a clever trick that a 500ml bottle of beer will play that a 355ml bottle would never dare to. Until recently, beer in Korea was just piss. It was really just something to mix into soju
Lucy and I are splitting a ton-katsu in the school cafeteria. She is telling me about something a friend of hers did at school. "Blah, blah, blah. It was really fun." she says. "It was
Our beautiful little Lisa Bora Siggers is born at 2:42pm. She weights 3100 grams and is 500cm tall.
Eunjoo is pregnant, and nearly ripe. We are at the hospital, meeting with the delivery coordinator. This coordinator is a special service the hospital offers to foreign or mixed couples. The coordinator is speaking in English- her English
