[Sorry to disappoint you all, but Mrs. Fly asked for a 1 week extension on her first post because she was swamped yesterday.  So it'll be next Friday.  Good help is so hard to find these days.  Tsk tsk.]

Now that you all know we're Korean, I can talk about what we did the past few Saturdays.  We enrolled G in a Korean school.  I don't speak Korean that well...  maybe like a 6 year old.  So if you want to chat about whether I want another scoop of ice cream, I'm your guy!  A discussion about Marx and Engels...  maybe not.  Mrs. Fly is pretty fluent but we were a little lax about teaching the kids Korean.  Like they say... better late than never.  I was thinking of getting one of those Rosetta Stone things and doing it with him at night, but I read on Amazon that the pronunciation and grammar was all messed up on some of the sections.  Forget that!  G can get bad pronunciation and grammar from me!

They also take the kids to a nearby Tae Kwon Do school, and do some other cultural activity in the afternoon, so it's all good.  It's run by a Korean Presbyterian church, but the school is non-denominational.  And it costs like $25 a day for 5.5 hours of Korean cultural activities.  LOL.  I guess those guys weren't business majors.  You can't even get 2 hours of babysitting for $25.  They seem like very nice people, so we'll probably do something nice for them at the end of the semester.

We had a little problem because G and two other kids were the only non-speakers.  They were in their own beginner classroom, but apparently some little kid called G a "dummy" during one of the breaks.  I will obviously have to teach G the Art of the Wedgie later this week.  Grab.  Lift.  Pull.  Repeat as necessary.

G loved taking Tae Kwon Do at his elementary school, but he said he hated it at this school.  When I asked why, G said it was because the Master made you do push ups when you got out of line, and he makes you exercise for the whole hour of class.  Times like this is when having a poker face comes in real handy, because I was able to keep my sympathetic look while bursting out laughing on the inside.  In G's elementary school, the kids pretty much ran that class because the instructor established no form of class control - pretty much a classic case of inmates running the asylum.  So I guess G must've thought that's what Tae Kwon Do was.  It should be pretty entertaining when he gets to sparring.  Mu ha ha ha.