Time machine

There is a Taiwanese-American family of 4 behind me at the airport food court. They are like we were, except that the sister is older than the brother. The little kids are playing and bobbing around, speaking perfect English to each other and making strange noises, and the parents tune them out when that happens. Parents are speaking mixed Mandarin and English to them. Daughter is named Jocelyn, but it sounds funny. JOH-SEH-LEEN. Now the mom is theatening Joshua in English because he is under the table, and he is ignoring her. It's reminds me of when Mom said BULL-SHIT way back during the transition to American-hood, and instead of being serious, it was really funny to us kids. I board for Dallas and West Palm Beach in 40 mins. I'm tired, but at least I was upgraded.