Our First Day in Albany

We arrived in Albany Saturday night at 10:30PM.  The excitement of meeting his cousins, uncle, and aunt kept Ravi up till local time of 1AM on Sunday, so we slept in till 10AM.

For those of you never been to Albany before, it is a really nice and safe place, except the mosquitoes in the summertime.  There’s lots of distance between the houses, with occasional creeks running through the backyards.  The front door need not be locked at night, purses need not be removed from the car, and wherever you go people say hi and help your kid up if he ever falls down.  A stark difference from LA, where we worry about a sneeze can get you dirty looks from your neighbors and kids walking down the street can get mobbed by gangs.  Okay, LA is not that bad, but you get the idea here.  Albany is a different sort of place than where we are from.

Right after lunch, we headed to the mall to do some cloth shopping for Ravi and his cousins.  The stores here look way better than those of the same chain in LA, and you can’t beat 30% off sale at babygap with only 4% sales tax!  Needless to say we got away with quite a fall and winter stash.  Afterwards, we all headed to a local park named The Crossings.  We visited The Crossings before during our previous trips and this is the first time we introduced Ravi to a real park, Albany style.  The place is just gigantic.  We drove through a drive way nestled in acres of grass area, and passed a small lake and some small buildings before we reached the parking area for the play ground.  After we hung out there for a while, we walked over to the lake where Ravi had fun looking at the ducks and fishes.  It was such a wonderful afternoon, Mario and I both agreed that this first day along was worth the trip.

Dinner was a fest!  My sister has always been a great cook and she regularly tests out new recipes.  This night she grilled up a storm for our first dinner in Albany.  There were tones of grilled Korean style BBQ short ribs, salmon, portabella mushroom caps, and eggplants.  She also made her chili from scratch!  I was so mad that I didn’t take any pictures, as I was too busy putting food into my mounth non-stop.  It was so tasty and we ended up eating too much.

One mistake I made this day is not bringing my camera with me.  I promise I will do better tomorrow.


We’ve Arrived!

So we are finally here in Albany NY!  I won’t lie, it was hard, not as hard as I thought it would be but hard nevertheless.

So let me tell you how we survived the day.  I started the day really early, at 5:30AM.  I was so nervous I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I got up and started cleaning and doing some last minute packing.  By this time, I had already played over and over in my head how we were going to execute every single step of the trip, and I was fairly confident that we were able to handle it.  We had one luggage to check in, four carry on bags, a car seat, and a stroller.

Our flight was 12:30PM.  By 10:30AM, my parents have dropped us off at LAX.  It took us about 45 minutes to check in our luggage and get our tickets.  Our luggage was over the check in weight limit by 12 lbs.  I immediately took out a spare bag and a bunch of heavier items. Once we handed off our luggage, we started running for the security gate.  Our plan was to mount every single carry on item onto the stroller.  By this time we had five carry on bags.  We loaded both lap tops bags (Mario insisted on his own for the trip) into the basket underneath the stroller.  The diaper bag was mounted onto the stroller’s handle bar.  The car seat was loaded right onto the stroller, on top of it we placed our two other carry on bags.  So far we were executing according to plan, and I was feeling good about myself.  I wanted to take a picture of the stroller but we needed to hurry.

That good feeling about myself ended in just a few minutes.  I made the mistake of taking out a box of Korean rasberry wine out of the luggage when it was over weight, and forgetting that there is restriction on items containing liquid greater than 4 oz.  It was not till we loaded all our items onto the x-ray conveyer bell did we realized.  At this point, we had no choice but to give up the box of wine.

TSA, 1; Flo and Mario, 0.

Shortly after that we realized we never considered how we were going to get all our things from the gate to our seats.  The furthest we could take our stroller is right outside of the plane.  It was not far from our seats, but we certainly under estimated how hard it would be to get there with five bags, a car seat, and a baby.  Finally, with some help from the flight attendant, we sat down as the flight took off.  Ravi must have sensed mommy and daddy’s frustration,  and took a nap for part of the flight.

Three and a half hours later, we touched down in Minneapolis.  We had less then an hour to get to our next terminal.  We picked up some fast food on the way, since we have not eaten since breakfast.  The walk to our next terminal seemed to take forever, and my arms were getting tired from carrying Ravi.  This is certainly not as cool as I pictured myself earlier.  Once we arrived at the terminal, we wolfed down our food.  At this time, the flight is already being boarded.  We then ran to the gate and checked in our stroller and headed down the jet way.  Unfortunately Mario and I were not able to seat together on this flight. He got us settled in and went back to his seat.  I tried unsucessfully to feed the baby, read to him, pulled out his toys, and played his favorite videos; he was not too happy and complained loudly.  I resisted the temptation to take him out of his carseat, because I knew once I do, I’ll be carrying him for the duration of the flight.  Finally he was getting tired and quitely watched Curious George video.  I must have checked my watch every five minutes and was so relieved when the pilot announced we were arriving soon.

We waited until everybody else on the plane got off and then made our way out of the plane.  Once we were off, we were told our stroller was already sent to luggage claim, so we had no choice but to carry everything on our backs.  I had the baby in my arms and a bag on my shoulder.  Mario carried the rest of the four bags and the car seat.  I don’t think I could have survived that walk if we weren’t nearing the end.

Finally we made our way out of the terminals!  I couldn’t express how happy I was to see the familiar faces of my sister and two nieces smiling at me.  We are here at last!

It was a long long day.  If I was to do it over again, I would have checked in an additional luggage with all the extra stuff we don’t need on the flight, and made sure the luggages weren’t over weight.  I would also considered buying a small video player for Ravi so I didn’t have to bring a laptop to the flight at all.  That way we could have eliminated our carry on bags to two small ones, and the trip would have been so much easier.  We’ll see how that would work out on the way home.


Crying in the Night

As an adult I can’t remember how it was to be a little kid. When I look at Ravi I sometimes can’t fathom what he’s thinking. He seems perfectly happy to ignore us one second, and then a moment later wants to be carried and cuddled with. It’s interesting how quickly he changes his mood and his attitude. There have been nights when he has gone from fully playing to sleeping soundly in under 6 minutes! What I have come to realize is that if I want him to be a happier and healthier kid, I have to start thinking on his terms. If I think like him, I might be able to figure out what’s bothering him and have a chance of fixing it.

A simple example is how we fixed his night time crying. I tend to put Ravi to bed around 8 or 9 pm. We get up a little before 7 am so this works out to about 10 or 11 hours of sleep. Unfortunately, there is a relatively good chance every night that Ravi will wake up around 10 pm and seeing that he is in his room by himself start crying at the top of his lungs. After racing in to comfort him, he’s very clingy and scared and refuses to be put down. As a toddler, he normally spends most of his awake time running around on his own. So this behavior is a bit worrying. Initially, my wife and I thought this was due to nightmares that he was having and he was waking up scared. We thought that he would wake up an hour after going to bed with nightmares and then start crying. This would wake him up and we would then have to come in to comfort him. Little did we know that this was not what was happening at all.

Two (or three) days ago I had the idea of making his bedroom door Ravi accessible. Right now he is too short to reach the door handle and so can’t get out of his room by himself. So we taped the door latch so that it was in the retracted position and tied a big red ribbon to the inner door knob so he could pull the door open whenever he wanted. When I first showed it to him, he kind of ignored me and thought it was a bit boring. He wasn’t at all interested in trying to pull the ribbon to get out of his room. Last night though we put him to bed at 8:30pm and settled down to rest. I had the monitor with me while I was on the computer and my wife was watching TV in the living room. At around 9:30 I heard a small muffle coming from Ravi’s room. I immediately stopped my game and started to rush out to make sure he was okay. He wasn’t crying full force yet (which is when we normally start to go for him) and I thought I’d make it to his room before then. Turns out I found Ravi in the living room watching TV with my wife. He hadn’t cried at all. Instead he had gotten up and the noise I had heard on the baby monitor was him talking while opening the door.

It seems that the crying he had been doing at night was not because of a nightmare or other issue, it was just his insecurity in being left in a room alone which he couldn’t get out of. Solve that problem and the crying went away. My wife and I are very happy with the development and will start to pay attention to solving his root cause issue instead of focusing on the symptoms. Hopefully, this little lesson will make us more aware of what the world looks like to Ravi instead of assuming that we should be looking at the world through our eyes.


Preparing for Take Off

Tomorrow, we will be taking 17 months old Ravi on his first plane trip ever to Albany NY to visit my sister and her family.  For those of you don’t know, this involves two separate flights (no direct flight from LA to Albany), with a total trip time of eight plus hours. Also we will need to arrive to the airport two hours early to check in luggage and pass the security check point, and once we get there, pick up luggage and get a ride to our destination.  So I am counting this to be about a twelve hour trip!

From my tone here, you can tell I am a bit concerned.  It will be great fun once we get there, I am totally jazzed about posting all of our experiences there.  So in order to make sure we will survive the travel, I started to prepare for this trip weeks ago.

First, I made a list of things to bring.  I add things onto the list as I realized we will need them for the trip.  Some of the bulkier items include the stroller and carseat.  I contemplated if I should bring a stroller.  Certainly I wouldn’t want to check my stroller in with regular luggage items and risk getting damaged, but it would be really nice for all our outtings.

Secondly, I researched on-line to find out what I am allowed to bring on board.  I was concerned that I would not be able to bring any milk or water for Ravi.  I found out from Transportation Security Administration (TSA) Traveling With Kids’ site that for kids, it is okay to exceed the 3.4 ounces maximum per container rule for carry on and bottles are not required to be presented in the zip-top bags.  That’s really good news. We have been giving Ravi cool boiled water to drink which I believe is safer than plain drinking water.

What about the carry on items?  Of course I would have to bring on board with us extra cloths, bottles, sippy cups, toys, food, laptops…etc.  The idea of dragging the kid, carry on bags, car seat though the airport terminals a couple of times scares me.  Ultimately it would be great to bundle everything onto something with wheels.  Initially we considered getting a wheeled carry on bag and somehow mount the car seat onto it with bungee cords, then carry the kid, diaper bag, and other carry on bags on our shoulders.  Let’s face it, Ravi is not going to be happy seating in the stroller while being cranky and tired. This idea still sounds too hard.  I found out from Delta Airlines Infant & Children’s Items page that ticketed infant/child is entitled to the standard baggage allowance, and stroller and car seats are counted as free additional baggage.  Aha!  That means we can check in the stroller at the gate (not buried under hundreds of luggages) and use it as work horse to carry all our carry on items.  Suddenly an image came into my head, of me carrying Ravi walking effortlessly through the gates while Mario pushing the stroller hauling all our carry ons steps behind us… Happiness, it brings tears to me eyes…

Lastly I solicited tips from anyone who was willing to talk to me about traveling with kids.  I cornered co-workers in the hallways, pinned friends on facebook, and what I got back are similar suggestions (double and triple confirmation!):

1.  Drink some liquid before take off, before landing, after landing to prevent headaches caused by experiencing different pressure levels.

2.  Snack, snack, and snack!  Stay away from high sugar content snacks as it would make the child more hyperactive.

3.  Bring a blanket to make him feel more comfortable.

4.  Buy a couple of new toys before the trip and introduce them to him on the flight.

5.  Bring some video entertainment.

6.  Buy your child a ticket for long flights.

7.  Travel red eye so the kid can sleep through the flight.

We have carefully planed for tips1 through 6.  We have decided against traveling red eye because I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night and try to get on a different flight while being so tired.

How solid is our plan?  We’ll let you know in a couple of days.  In any case, if you hear from us again, then we would have survived the flights.  You will be the first to hear about it soon.


Cheap Thrills

I am notoriously cheap… maybe frugal is a better word to use here.  Over the years, I managed to keep this a little secret.  I am personally proud of it, but sometimes I have doubts.  Here’s a conversation I recently had with Mario on this subject:

Me: Do you think I am too cheap?

Mario: No!  Why do you say that?

(thinking “That better be the answer she is looking for, because I am not smart enough to guess what she wants…”)

Me: (thinking “He’s not telling me something.  Better play along.”)

Well, you know, my parents have been nagging at me to spend some money on making our place look better.  You know, now that we have Ravi, he needs a better environment.  Sometimes I feel I am too cheap.

Mario: No!  That’s not true!  You are doing great!  Just be who you are.

(thinking: “Good, I betting on the right side… Yeah, I like that you are cheap, so I can invest the money YOU saved.  My goal of reaching a balanced portfolio is getting nearer…”)

Me: Do you really think so?  You don’t think I am weird or anything?

(thinking: “I’ll bet he thinks I am weird, but he’s weirder than I am! Ha!)

Mario: (thinking: “balanced portfolio…. Ahhhhh”)

No!  I love it that you save money.  It helps us build a nice nest egg.

(thinking: “balanced portfolio…. Ahhhhh”)

Me: (thinking:”I think he’s drifting off.  Better leave this conversation before I start talking to the wall.”)

Alright.  Thanks.  I think I hear my mother calling now…

(thinking:”He’s a pain in the butt, but at least he made me feel a little better.”)

Mario: (thinking: “Wow, I should do that analysis that I was thinking about.  Maybe it will help me to better balance my portfolio.  I should sell that bond ETF idea to Flo, it would be a really cool idea to try it out…  Its been a while since I looked through my stock watch list… Wait, she left already?!  How did I miss that?!  Okay, its time for a nap.  All this thinking about my money make me so tired…”)

So today I am introducing a new category of posts, called “Cheap Thrills.”  In this series, I will talk about the new deals I have found.  I am passionate about finding good deals and I can’t wait to share my trophies with you.


Why is the Sky Blue?

Hi Ravi,

Today I’m going to tell you why the sky is blue. Basically, it’s all due to a scattering phenomenon that takes place currently known as Rayleigh scattering. The sun emits light throughout the visible spectrum (and also into the ultraviolet and infrared spectrum) from red to deep blue with the majority of the light emitted being yellow. Since our yellow sun is near the center of the visible spectrum (recall that the visible spectrum of light is known as ROY G BIV or red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet) there are equal amounts of red and blue light, but both are much less than yellow light. As light from the sun reaches Earth it has to travel through the atmosphere. The atmosphere (or air) isn’t void of matter; there are many small particles within it. These small particles scatter the sunlight, but they don’t scatter it equally.

For particles with a circumference much less than the wavelength of light the scattering is a function of 1/wavelength to the fourth power (or σ 1/λ4, where σ is the scattering cross section). This means that blue light (which has half the wavelength of red light) gets scattered 16 times as much as red light and 4 times as much as yellow light.* This means when we are looking at the sky, what we see is scattered sunlight, and blue light from the sun is scattered so much more than either yellow light or red light. Lastly, this scattering effect is attributed to Lord Rayleigh who discovered the scattering phenomenon first. Humans have a tendency to personalize math (it helps us in remembering it) and usually denote specific useful formulas or variables to the person that first discovers it. In this case, Rayleigh scattering named after Lord Rayleigh.

*Note: There are some generalities being made here. In reality the wavelength of blue light is about 475 nm, yellow light is 570 nm, and red light is 650 nm. The scattering isn’t nearly as much as the simple math states. Another reason that the sky doesn’t look violet to humans, is that human eyes have a very low responsivity to indigo light. While scotopic vision has a peak responsivity at 510 nm, normal photopic vision peaks around 560 nm and drops of significantly at 400 nm (less than 1%) and about 10% at blue light.



Security Puppies?

Three toy puppies sitting on the shelf.  They are all soft to the touch with a cute red scarf around their neck.  Why do I have three exactly the same puppies?  For those of you that read the security blankie post, the answer is obvious.

The story began a month ago.  One day the daycare lady told me that Ravi loves to hold on to a small stuff animal in the form of a puppy all day, and wouldn’t let go even during nap time.  She said she has over two dozens different stuff toys, but the only one Ravi is willing to hold is the puppy.  I was surprised, as Ravi has never displayed such behavior before.  Why the puppy?  My brother-in-law and sister-in-law gave him one when he was born and it has been in his room ever since.  I noticed that Ravi has spent lots of time playing with it recently, touching its red scarf, wiggling its tail, and bitting its noise, but never really carried it around all day.  I am guessing this is likely a behavior triggered by his need to replace his security blankie outside of our home.  He doesn’t cling to the puppy at home because he has access to his blankie.

I sensed the puppy will play a big role in Ravi’s life.  I learned my lesson from the security blankie incident, so I decided to hunt down more puppies.  Luckily, I was able to find the exact same puppies on sale at Toys R Us, so I bought two!  A back up needs its back up too.  So now we have one puppy in Ravi’s bed, one hidden in a drawer, and another at grandparents place.  I am covered!

Lunasia Chinese Cuisine Restaurant

Ever since we ate at Sea Harbor Restaurant a couple of weeks ago on our half day off, we have been itching to try its potential competitor.  Last Saturday was Mario’s last day of summer quarter, and of course we wanted to eat at Lunasia Chinese Cuisine restaurant the first chance we get.  So with Ravi in tow and diaper bag to match, we headed out to Alhambra on Sunday.

Since Ravi woke up around 7AM, we were ready to go pretty early in the morning.  After half an hour of a car ride, we arrived about 9:45AM.  There wasn’t any line formed yet and we got a seat right away.  Good thing we arrived early, when we headed out about 10:30AM the line outside seemed pretty long.

From start to finish, Ravi dictated our eating experience.  We only ordered six dishes because we knew that keeping him in his seat was going to be a challenge.  We gave him chopsticks, tea cups, and our cell phones to play with, but he still publicly displayed his unhappiness by fake crying and getting attention from neighboring tables.  Though as food arrived, Ravi stopped his complains and played with his toys for a while.  We didn’t waste anytime and wolfed everything down so we could get out of there as soon as possible.  After half an hour, only five out of six dishes arrived and we decided not to wait any further and leave before Ravi has another breakdown.  We got our bill adjusted and left the restaurant within 45 minutes!  That’s our fastest dim sum experience ever!

What’s the Price?

The price at Lunasia is on the same level as Sea Harbor, or may be just slightly more expensive.  We ordered five dishes (exclude the one never arrived) and cost us $23 without tips.  Each dish is rated small, medium, large, or special and are priced accordingly.  The small was priced at $3 per dish.  Additionally, we were charged $3 for the tea.  Maybe they were counting Ravi as a tea drinker, either way it is a bit on the high side.

What’s Cool and What’s Not?

There’s the same “order off the menu” system rather than the “order off the pushed cart” system.  The menu is just one sheet of paper tri-folded, printed front and back.  So it was easy to look at all the names of the dishes but does not have spaces for pictures associated with each dish.  Sea Harbor has a real menu for dim sum and pictures and prices associated with each dish.  We loved that about Sea Harbor.  There were some choices that Lunasia offers that Sea Harbor doesn’t, and also true the other way around.

How about the Service?

The tea arrived about 5 minutes after we sat down.  We also had to wait a few minutes before anyone took our order.  Our second desert order of a “thousand layer cake” didn’t arrive after half an hour of wait time, but they had no problem adjusting our bill.  Overall, good service, even though it wasn’t as good as Sea Harbor’s where we got our tea instantly and any request answered immediately.

What about the Food?

Lunasia offers a good number of choices in dim sum.  We stayed with mostly the dishes we loved and order some we haven’t tried before.

Here’s their menu and our order list.

Baked Pastry with Duck. This was the first time we’ve ordered this dish and we really didn’t expect it to turn out in this form.  It looked like the traditional baked BBQ pork pastry and it tasted like it too, but it was really filled with duck and costed a little more.  I am not a huge fan of this dish.  It tastes okay, but not great.

Pork and Shrimp Dumpling.  This was my favorite dish of the day.  It was bigger in size than I expected.  It was also very juicy and tender, with a touch of mushroom to it.  Very tasty!

Chicken Feet.  The color of this dish was spot on. I was concerned initially since the chicken feet kept their form so well and didn’t looked so tender, but once I bit into it, it was very soft and juicy and the tendon and skin fell right off the bone.  I consider this quite amazing, Lunasia managed to keep the form but at the same time made it so tender.

Egg Custard Bun.  This bun had a good amount of filling to it, but it was more a regular egg custard with a more pasty feel to it.  Sea Harbor’s version had that golden flowing butter and preserved duck egg yolk, which was an instant wow.  This is good, but not great.

Bacon and Onion Pancake.  This was probably the least liked dish of the day.  We had no idea that this would be fried.  It was too cruchy and oily.

Overall, Sea Harbor is a better dim sum restaurant in LA, with Lunasia a close second.  However, we will come back and eating here so we can get some varieties we don’t get at Sea Harbor.  I think maybe being rushed has something to do with us not enjoying the experience so much.  Besides, Lunasia is one of the few places that offers Thousand Layer Cake that we didn’t get to try this time.  We’ll definitely order it when we go back next time.


I cry too these days…

Okay, I am on a crying spree as well.  Mario’s article almost left sparkles of tears in my eyes, but I couldn’t cry since I was at work.

Ever since I was pregnant with Ravi, I have found myself crying a lot more.  Its like all those fears and emotions accumulated through out my life has finally reached the brim.  I cried a lot in the car while I am driving alone, somehow it is just easier in that environment to let the flood gate open.  I cried when I missed my grandparents now no longer with us.  I cried when I thought I wasn’t a good enougn mom to Ravi.  I was amazed how much crying I did.  Don’t get me wrong, my life is a very happy one and it has definitely gotten even better over the last few years.  It is the little things that gets me, like reading or watching a child or his/her parents suffer, real life or not.  Believe it or not, I have been afraid of visiting and donating to St. Jude Children’s Hospital because I couldn’t bring myself to read their patient of the month stories.

I watched the Futurama’s “Lethal Inspection” with Mario and I was so touch by that closing scene with baby Bender and Hermes and the “little bird” song playing in the background.  That song stuck in my mind for days while I tried relentlessly to search for it with every combination of key words I could think of.  Finally I’ve found it!  You can listen to it here at Amazon (not affiliated).  Youtube also has a video verison of the same song.  Though in my opinion, the song is not nearly as good without the story of Hermes saving baby Bender.

When I was a young adult, I didn’t know how much my parents loved me.  Being Asian, they didn’t ever tell me these things in words.  They took really good care of me despite my lack of appreciation, but I thought that’s just what parents do.  As I got older, I understand it more.  When they get up early in the morning to cook my favorite foods, then drive about 40 miles to deliver them to me, or call every night to ask if I’ve had dinner, or any other instances they put my benefit over themselves own. That’s love!  I hope I would be able to return their love, and I hope I can give the same to Ravi now that it is my turn.


These days I’m weak…

I’ve always had a weak stomach for expressions of human pain and suffering. It might be the inability to express emotions at home while I was growing up, or a reflexive response to avoid painful situations, or it might be due to something else completely. Whatever the reason, I’ve always shied away from movies that dealt with human reality and expressions of painful suffering. Even though we can learn a lot about humans, about their character, and about their instinct drives, it’s never been a method of learning that I’ve ever been willing to engage in.

I just finished watching Schindler’s List this year. I know it’s a great movie, I know that watching it would be rewarding, I know my wife has pushed me to watch it for years now, but I just couldn’t do it. That movie is painful. It’s sad, terrifying, and extremely scary. The thought of watching it filled me with dread. I finally resolved to record it on the DVR and try and watch it. It took me four or five tries to finish the movie. I had to pause the movie every thirty minutes or so, because it was becoming unbearable to watch. Towards the end of it, I would watch fifteen minutes, pause the movie, take a break, then come back and watch another fifteen minutes till it was over. That’s how I got through Schindler’s List.

Instead of repeating this experience ad nauseam, I just avoid painful subjects in my relaxation time. Unfortunately, I’ve found that it’s getting harder and harder to do these days. I now have a young son who I love very much. As a father to a son, you want him to grow up to be a man, to follow in your footsteps, and to aspire and achieve greatness. Most importantly, you want him to not suffer as you have and you want to help him however you can. It’s all about helping the little kid you’ve brought in to this world become as good if not better than you could ever be. It’s the easiest way to say that I love him very much and I don’t want to see him suffer. If he suffers, I suffer. And that brings me to movies about fathers and their sons.

I watched Astroboy with my wife a couple of months ago. If you don’t know the story it’s about a father who loses his son and builds a robot to replace him. I kid you not, I was crying during this movie. When the little boy was killed in a tragic accident at the father’s lab, my eyes instantly teared up and found myself crying. I found myself crying during a cartoon movie that was supposed to be for little kids. And it was uncontrollable. At the time, I wasn’t too sure that the episode was just a freak occurrence of emotional angst or that I’ve become really prone to sobbing when watching emotional issues between parents and children, but when it happened during Futurama I knew it was game over for me. In the episode “Lethal Inspection” there’s the closing scene you see where Hermes saves baby Bender from death. In the background they have the “Little bird, little bird” song playing and it’s supposed to be a touching emotional scene. (As an aside, when did touching emotional scenes become part of standard Futurama fare?) This scene lasts just a little more than thirty seconds, but that was long enough for the waterworks to turn on. I just can’t control myself anymore. Anytime I see a story about a father and son I think of Ravi. And if it’s sad, the tears turn on.

This now brings me to the message of this post for Ravi. Dear Ravi, if you ever end up watching a movie with your father and it’s about a father and his little boy and your own father ends up crying, it is because your father loves you very very much and has nothing to do with the actual quality of the movie. And maybe because he’s a little bit weak.