We are back!

We are back from Washington DC. Everyone is a bit tired and still in the process of recovering. I will write more about our trip later. But first record some stories in case I forget later.

Santa
On our way back from the bookstore tonight, Yaya had a conversation with her dad.
--daddy, I have a wish for my next birthday.
--what is it?
--I wish Santa could be in our family.
--why?
--that way, I can get a present everyday.
--wow, good wish. Do you want Santa to be your daddy?
--No, I want daddy to be Santa.
Lei then gave Yaya a high praise for her good logic. Below is the rest of the conversation.
--What do you wish for, daddy?
--I wish my little girl can be happy everyday.
--I AM happy.
--That means my wish comes true.
I thought it was really sweet, both dad and daughter.

mama's turn
I forgot how we dozed off after walking back to the hotel from visiting the White House. All I knew was that we were all exhausted. Somehow, in my dreams, I heard Peter was talking and talking, non-stop, and I was then waken up and realized that Peter was really talking to his toy and Lei was watching TV. I tried very hard to sit up, but was not compleately clear in mind yet, when,
Peter looked at me and slided off his bed, asking for water. Lei went up and poured some water in a glass. Instead of drinking it, Peter wanted to hold it and take it away. Lei of course tried to stop him. Peter then shouted, "mama's turn, mama's turn.." Upon hearing that, Lei let him go and my little guy walked up to my bed and tried his very best to hold up that glass and handed it to me, "mama, water!" After I took a lick, he then said "Pippi's turn" contently and began to drink.

Juice
I was lying on the sofa when Peter stepped onto the sofa and squeezed in. He then kicked me with his fat feet, in an attempt to pushing me out of his way. I slided off the sofa for his safety, but in the mean time, I talked to him in a very firm voice, "Peter, it is not nice to kick mommy, what should you say to me?" (Sometimes he seemed to be able to say a 'sorry' under the right circumstance) Peter, who was focusing on getting the whole sofa all to himself and finally finished up adjusting his body to get more comfortable, looked at us-three people all staring at him, and yelled" j-u-i-c-e!" "apple juice!" instead.