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Fernando and Sharon hold cultural appreciation, understanding, and respect as valuable to pass on to their posterity. So let it be written so let it be done. Here's how it's going so far:

Sammy: After "Dad," his only intelligible words have been "luz" (Light in Spanish), "ji dan", which is "egg" in Mandarin (thanks, Xiao Yu), and "Patrick," who speaks Mandarin. He loves to say "ji dan", when he's falling asleep at night or trying to wake up in the morning, he'll just lay there and repeat it over and over again. While he's strolling about he says it. Sometimes he likes to hold the first syllable out until I start doing the same thing, so we have a fun little "jiiiiiiiiiii" duet. So that's how Sammy's doing in the cultural appreciation category.

Miranda: The other night I served her some soup. She looked at it and tenatively touched it with her pointer finger. Then her eyes fuzzed over a bit as she started thinking of a story that could help her successfully approach the soup. This is commonplace for Miranda, as she frequently copes through adopting alternative personalities, stories, or characters. Finally, she looked at me and said, "I'm Mulan, because Chinese people like disgusting things."

I guess we have a bit more work to do.