After cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner on Saturday and Sunday, I insisted on lunch out on Monday. We go to our favorite Korean/Sushi restaurant, which is NOT having its usual lunch buffet because of the "holiday". Whatever. We get the same thing we would have gotten from the buffet, it just costs $15 more. My sons order miso soup. The second the waitress walks away, 3yo asks where his soup is. I remind him...what do you have to be in a restaurant?
Huge, harumphing sigh...PAY-SHUNT! I hafta be PAYSHUNT.
I HATE bein' PAYSHUNT!
After lunch, we stop by my mother-in-law's house to say hello. A friend of my husband's late father is there helping her cut some branches off a large tree in her yard. She's busy tying together the smaller pieces with twine and loading a wheelbarrow. We get busy.
I take over the twig/twine department.
Husband starts hauling larger pieces to the woodpile.
6yo and 3yo fight over the wheelbarrow.
We've got the yard almost cleaned up, so my husband elbows me and tells me it's time to make a break. When I get out to the car (I stopped in the kitchen to get drinks for them...because I'm a good Korean daughter-in-law), my husband asks me to run back and lock the front door. I wonder aloud about how a potential burglar would react upon entering the house and then running headlong into a pissed-off old ROK soldier with a chainsaw. We laugh all the way home at that.
It's raining when we get home. 6yo and 3yo start taking pictures of each other with their father's camera phone. They start with hands, feet, ears....then they decide they need to take some koondang shots. I confiscate the phone before they decide to drop trou.
Having lost the camera, they start a new game...rhyming variations of their names. The 3yo is laughing so hard that he can't think of more than one rhyme for his brother's name, so he just keeps repeating it, while the 6yo comes up with more and more creative versions of 3yo's name. After that gets old, they fall back on an old favorite...calling each other "food article"-head. 45 minutes of knee-slapping, floor-rolling, shrieking hilarity at "pizza-head! banana-head! chicken-head! myukgook-head!" (It's a Korean thing).
Altogether, a very nice holiday. Hope all you potato-heads had the same.