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

I make dinner. It's my specialty. Hot-dogs. "Lucy, get your ass to the god-loving table!" I summon. "I'm here, Daddy." she answers, sitting at the table. "What do you

Benoit is visiting again. We go to find a beer. But it is before 5pm, and it seems there are none to be had. However, we do find some classic Korean signage:   It intimidates us. We go back