Two quick stories that are funny to me:
Today in the car, M randomly asked, “Mama, do you want to not have any more babies?”
“Yes. I don’t want to have any more babies,” I replied.
“Oh, well you better wear clothes when you are hugging Daddy. That way, you can’t do the special hug where his penis goes in your vulva.”
I took a minute to explain that Mr. A has had a vasectomy, so his sperm won’t be able to get out any more.
M seemed relieved, “Oh, well that is good. Now you can hug naked as much as you want!”
Yes. Yes we can.
(Or rather we could, if Mr. A would ever call to get the results of his second ex-spermination test. Which he has NOT done, even though the test was at least two months ago. Ahem.)
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I know I don’t write down the funny things L says often enough, so here is a funny story about L that I want to remember. It is too bad, because she is a funny kid who just happens to be the second child.
About 9 months ago, every time she would poop, L would say “Poop, we eat it!”
Mr. A and I would always emphatically say “NO! We DON’T eat POOP!”
Not a particularly verbal kid at that point, L would just give us this look that clearly showed she did not believe us.
This happened over and over and over. For the life of me, I could not figure out where L got the idea that we would eat poop. It was seriously grossing us out, but I could not convince her that we did not, in fact, eat poop.
Then one day, I bought some red bean mochi. The girls and Mr. A love mochi, particularly the red bean variety. I love the glutinous rice outer wrapping, but I don’t really feel much desire to eat a giant wad of red bean paste.
As usual, I grabbed my mochi, tore off the outer wrapping and handed the blob of red bean paste to L so she could eat it.
When I handed it to her, she gave me this totally incredulous look, held up the red bean paste and said in a way that made it clear she thought I was an utter moron: “POOP! We EAT it!.”
When I looked at the red bean ball, what do you know? It looked exactly like poop. A big, yummy turd that I was giving L to eat.
Eventually, we managed to explain to L that the red bean was mochi not poop. Finally, I didn’t have to worry about her announcing that we eat poop every time we went into a public bathroom. Mystery solved. Unfortunately, I can’t help but think of poop every time I eat mochi now.
Funny stories.
I can relate with Mr. A. I still haven’t gone back for the second ex-spermination test either. That little plastic cup just doesn’t do it for me. For a while I kept promising my wife I would, but I just haven’t. She finally gave up and we’ve been spinning the wheel for the last 18 years. Boy, if the doc messed up we sure have been lucky so far!
I don’t think I will ever be able to eat red bean paste again. But I’m with you; I always liked the mochi part best anyway.
I had a dream last night you were pregnant. I came here to mention it and look what I found. Tell Mr. A to get that test!!!!
That is not even a tiny bit funny! He actually already spent quality time with the cup and had the test, he just hasn’t called to get the results. It is really annoying.
I am not a fan of that red bean paste, either. When we lived in Japan, it was snuck inside all kinds of pastries. You might bite into a perfectly lovely looking dessert item, and BAM, a mouth full of anko.
I’m confused why the dessert is referred to, in total, here, as mochi. The mochi is the rice paste that surrounds the anko.
Those second test results are really important!!!
Great job of finding a photo of mochi unwrapped! When I lived in Japan I was endlessly mistaking mochi for chocolate. A donut with chocolate filling, yum! Just kidding. Ice Cream with chocolate chips? Sooo disappointing.
How did I just leave a comment without reading the others? Sounds like Lawmommy had the same experience!
Hilarious.
Umm… I don’t know that I can ever eat red bean paste again.
Oh man, this is hilarious, thanks for sharing! And yeah, Mr. A has to make that call! (interesting comment, Dawn)
LOL. This is the best thread ever. And we don’t call the red bean stuff mochi, we call it manju. Hmmm. Mochi is the stuff you pound the crap out of on New Years. Right?
Yeah, I don’t know why we call it mochi. That is what Mr.A called it when he first bought it and it stuck despite people repeatedly telling me it is called something else. Maybe it is a Taiwanese thing? Mr. A’s family has several words that they all miss use, for example they all call orchards “orchids”. They are a strange bunch.
In this case, Wikipedia is your friend:
Linky.
Manju is different, I think it’s a sweet type of Mantou: Linky
I think what Mr. A is thinking of is this instead: Linky
All three can have red bean paste in it which is where the confusion comes from.
I don’t think I ever called it mochi growing up (not Taiwanese here but Hongkongese), and we called the ice cream mochi stuff mochi.
Oh yeah – “special hug.” LOL. Love it.
i think you are getting Daifuku Mochi, which is a mochi stuffed with red bean paste filling. I think just plain old mochi is just the chewy rice (?) part without red bean paste. but to keep it simple for our 3-year old, we just call it mochi too. (she eats the whole thing)
I think Mr. A is the first man I have heard of that actually went back for the 2nd test…good for him.
Cute stories
Okay, that is priceless. You will have to remind her of that story when she is a teenager. Oh, and my husband is also several months late on that second test! What is up with these guys?
Yup – it’s a Taiwanese thing. My family always called it mochi too.