We were so overwhelmed by people wanting a picture of our large, blond headed, American family.
I started snapping pictures, of people snapping pictures of us, because it was so funny to me.
The first Chinese phrase we learned was, 4 kids, it sounds something like (suga heisa).
(I have no idea how to spell it)
R babe got so tired of it, he would see a camera and hide. People would stop dead in their tracks, with jaw dropped, count us and continue to stare as we walked past. I can only imagine what they are thinking, while being in a country where the one child policy has been enforced for so long.
J was quite popular.
She gave these girls a sucker and they all took turns getting a picture of her,
I think this experience was the best of all. R and I walked into this store. (It was completely empty of people, except the workers). The prints there were quite nice and we sat the kids down on a bench and started looking through them. 2 minutes later we turned around to see a crowd had formed around the kids and people were anxiously pushing their children close to our children to get a picture..
If you look closely you can see the lady with the back pack holding R babe.
She actually chased him down, and much to his dismay, grabbed him to get a picture.
He wiggled his way out and came dashing over to us. I was too late getting out my video camera to get proper footage.
While in this plaza some very young Chinese boys came to practice up on their rollerblading skills. They were completely decked out in proper attire. We thought how funny and typical to have these Chinese parents spending the afternoon getting there kids to perfect the sport of rollerblading and here are our kids, just happy to play with there fifty cent spinners without a care in the world. Well except that they might be snatched up by a local who wanted to get a picture.
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