I don't have any pictures to upload today, but I am trying to start writing down the funny things the kids do before I forget them.
Henry was playing with some of his planes the other day when I heard him say, "We can land here. I know it's America because there are all those flags flying on the roofs of the buildings."
I asked him about it later and he went into a detailed explanation. (Everything with Henry is detailed these days. You can't watch TV with him anymore without explaining EVERYTHING to you.) He says you know you're in America because there is one flag with red stripes and blue stars.
Then under it is the blue flag with the tree and the moon (South Carolina's state flag).
And finally, the last flag is the tiger paw flag (Clemson).
And he's totally right. Most businesses, every building at the university and even many houses fly all three flags. That's pride.
This week was International Week at Henry's school. And the biggest impression it made on him was that apparently everyone is born in China. His best buddy at school, Kefu, is from China and barely speaks any English (not that either has ever noticed that there's a language barrier). Miss Christina is from China and has taught Henry a few chinese words when she comes to visit. And I guess most of the parents that came in to talk for International Week were from China. Henry was intrigued by the story that when it's night here, it's day there.
So after class on Friday, I asked him if he knew anyone who was born in a different country. He immediately talked about Kefu, then told me that Michaela just moved here from China too. Then he said that he was born in China, but he moved to Wisconsin first, then to North Carolin a before he moved to South Carolina. We're very lucky.
