On our daily walks, the boys are always excited to pass by the home of Ying Lee and his elderly father Vang, two very sweet guys outside in any type of weather, working in their extensive garden and tending their qaib. Ying and Vang inexplicably have a special tender spot in their hearts for Toe and Roo, stop to patiently listen to their excited chatter, smile and show them a disgusting bug or enormous vegetable they are proud of. Roo, a flower-loving fool, always make a point to admire their beautiful blossoms and sometimes takes a picture.
Today as we approached the Lee's house, the elder Vang came rushing out his door with a bouquet of silk flower-topped Bic pens he'd made for Roo. Roo was so happy, he did his little joy dance (that looks a lot like someone caught in a fit of sneezing, coincidentally), and piped, "Look, Mommy and Daddy! Pink rosies, red rosies, carmay-tions, beebee's breff! I got flower pens!"
Then he turned to Vang and said, "Ua tsaug! Ua tsaug! I love you!"
And that made me do my little joy dance, but I'm not really a good enough writer to adequately describe to you what that looks like.