first day of CNY...

Nothing much to blog about here. CNY is almost non-existent in a place like Frankfurt where everybody goes either to work or to school as usual. In a way, it's pretty good that my children attends an American preschool. Surprisingly, the American community here remembers CNY! Yep, being an immigrant country, CNY does have a special place in many Americans' hearts, even a simple celebration in the preschool. Ok, not in Bryan's class this year, but the kindergarten class sure did a lot to make sure each child grows to embrace each other's culture and tradition.

Anyway, CNY came and passed, nothing unusual for me but quite a sad day for Kristin. She cried quite a fair bit when her tricycle broke. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she was so sad that she didn't even want to come home. She was loitering in the courtyard for at least 10 minutes. Maybe that's why I think she caught a chill today.

Well, after school, this Mommy here thought it was a great idea for everyone to head out to the usual Thursday market near our place for some Kartoffelpuffer (a fried pancake made of grated potatoes and flour). Actually, I was also acceding to Bryan's request of getting some Gelbwurst (his favourite sausage) at the market. So Bryan was on his bike and Kristin was on her tricycle. On our way home, Kristin refused to sit down on her tricycle. Of course, the adults (grandparents and Mommy) had no idea why she was just being so difficult. The truth was the tricycle was collapsing inwards making the seat terribly uncomfortable for her to sit on. We only realised it when we were at our doorstep when we raised up the trike to examine. And when Grandpa bent it in the other direction, the trike broke into halves, right in front of Kristin's eyes. She cried no and shook her head in disbelief. That was followed by her mourning, "My bike, my bike! Boo-hoo!" Funny thing was Bryan quickly added, "But, now you have a wheelbarrow!" I really should have taken a picture of the halves and let you be the judge. That was quite some imagination from Bryan. The remains of the trike didn't really make it back into the apartment. It's stored away in our basement now, waiting for Daddy to be back to survey the damage.

I wonder if Daddy would agree to get another trike/bike for Kristin. She's totally wrecked now whenever someone talks about biking.