Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Monday, June 27, 2011

Capacity for Love

After reading in the newspaper that a woman may have microwaved her newborn, Mama Lai said:
"You know you don't know how much you can love someone until you have children. But human beings are maybe not meant to know everything.  There are some things that some people are not meant to experience."

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Mama Lai in Love

Mama Lai believes I have a problem expressing myself to boys and was trying to give me tips.  Papa Lai interrupted:
 "It was so obvious that your mother had a crush on me."
Mama Lai denied it.  I asked Papa Lai what the tell-tale sign was and he said:
"I was one of the few men in our graduate college circle who had a car so I would pick up the girls.  And your mom would always want to sit up front next to me."
Mama Lai sighed:
"I was such a bimbo." 

Friday, November 19, 2010

Gentle as a Dove

Duckie and I related a story to Mama Lai how someone told us that if he had to choose between setting his girlfriend on fire and saving the world, he would set his girlfriend on fire.  Mama Lai said that if she were asked to make the same choice:
"I would set Papa Lai on fire for one of those Japanese mochi balls."
 Oh Papa Lai, your Mama Lai is so gentle, gentle as a dove.

Duckie feigned shocked and Mama Lai p'shawed her and said:
"Don't talk.  You would set a boyfriend on fire for a candy bar."

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Papa Lai: I Have a Dream...

My sister and brother returned home for a long weekend.  At  the end of the weekend, my sister treated the family to a dinner.  Mama Lai and sister noted that I had uncharacteristically not called either of them all weekend.  To my family’s surprise, Papa Lai had an opinion on this matter:
“So?  Maybe she was busy.”
They were bewildered because Papa Lai doesn’t talk on the phone with any of us.  And if he knew what was going on with any of us three ducklings it was because he eavesdrops on our conversations with Mama Lai or because Mama Lai tells him so.  This includes our dating life, school, work and birthdays.  Mama Lai suspiciously asked:

“How do you know?  Did she call??”
Papa Lai looked down and quietly said:
“Maybe…maybe she’s busy falling in love.”
And all three:  Mama Lai, little brother and sister were dumbfounded.  Speechless.
“I can dream. I just want grandchildren, ok?”