I've decided, my little girl will marry a Chinese - one that speaks Cantonese, to be specific.
Today at the park, a little Caucasian boy was chasing Nui-nui around. He may have been playful. He may have been nice. He may have been only 3. But at that moment, I decided, my future son-in-law will be Chinese. And more importantly...his Chinese must be better than mine. His English must be better than mine. And most importantly, he must be funnier than me!
My son, on the other hand, the world is your oyster boy!! Have at it!!! Woot! Woot!!
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