What if People Thought I Smacked Him?
Hi, posting some pictures from the Korean festival we went to this weekend, and a related Trooper story. I think we tried a little of each food offered, and while some of them looked similar to (American) Chinese food (eggrolls, dumplings) they didn't taste like it. The flavor was very mild, almost bland to my spice-spoiled taste buds, and the filling was more squishy than what you'd find in Chinese. My favorite thing was a pancake-like fried bread that was stuffed with ground peanuts and something sweet, probably honey. Of course I would like the sweet food the best.
While we were there, we saw musical performances of both Korean folk songs and American songs, as well as a fan dance and a really cool martial arts demonstration from the local dojo. I recognized the man who was coordinating the kids in the martial arts segment; he was the one who gave me ice and paper towels for Trooper's split lip back when I tried getting him into tae kwon do. Trooper was a young three-year-old, and doesn't remember it, fortunately.
I hadn't started blogging then, or I would have written about that day. He didn't do well at all in the class, and it came to the point where he would sit and have a screaming fit the entire time. The last time I took him, we were coming back from the bathroom after calming down, and he was looking up at the trophies and displays while walking. Next thing I knew, he somehow tripped on the crack between tiles and fell forward. Back then he still hadn't mastered the art of putting his hands down when he fell (one of the things we had hoped he'd learn in tae kwon do), and he fell directly onto his face. His lip blew up like crazy and there was a hole where a tooth went into it as well as the split from the tile. Blood everywhere, and of course he started screaming again. So the nice dojo manager/teacher got us ice and paper towels. Trooper had already vomited there the week before (favorite super fit trick) so it wasn't the first time our class fees went to cleaning supplies instead of to instruction. I felt so self-conscious as I walked back to our seat to get our shoes and things. What if people thought I smacked him, and that was why he was oozing blood?
Yeah, that was a real tangent, but I'm sure you see how it's related. Overall, it was a nice festival with a surprisingly large turnout considering that it was hosted at a church building and not downtown, and it was especially cool because the proceeds went to charities overseas. We didn't get a lot of pictures, so I stole some nice ones from the facebook page. I hope that's not illegal or something.
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While we were there, we saw musical performances of both Korean folk songs and American songs, as well as a fan dance and a really cool martial arts demonstration from the local dojo. I recognized the man who was coordinating the kids in the martial arts segment; he was the one who gave me ice and paper towels for Trooper's split lip back when I tried getting him into tae kwon do. Trooper was a young three-year-old, and doesn't remember it, fortunately.
I hadn't started blogging then, or I would have written about that day. He didn't do well at all in the class, and it came to the point where he would sit and have a screaming fit the entire time. The last time I took him, we were coming back from the bathroom after calming down, and he was looking up at the trophies and displays while walking. Next thing I knew, he somehow tripped on the crack between tiles and fell forward. Back then he still hadn't mastered the art of putting his hands down when he fell (one of the things we had hoped he'd learn in tae kwon do), and he fell directly onto his face. His lip blew up like crazy and there was a hole where a tooth went into it as well as the split from the tile. Blood everywhere, and of course he started screaming again. So the nice dojo manager/teacher got us ice and paper towels. Trooper had already vomited there the week before (favorite super fit trick) so it wasn't the first time our class fees went to cleaning supplies instead of to instruction. I felt so self-conscious as I walked back to our seat to get our shoes and things. What if people thought I smacked him, and that was why he was oozing blood?
Yeah, that was a real tangent, but I'm sure you see how it's related. Overall, it was a nice festival with a surprisingly large turnout considering that it was hosted at a church building and not downtown, and it was especially cool because the proceeds went to charities overseas. We didn't get a lot of pictures, so I stole some nice ones from the facebook page. I hope that's not illegal or something.
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