To me, Easter is just another day. A Thanksgiving without Black Friday. A Christmas without carols. A Halloween without costumes. Usually, on one of these holidays, I’d be curious to look up “what is the true meaning of Christmas?”, “what is the Christmas Tree’s origin?”, “why do people trick or treat?”, or “why is black friday called black friday?” because, otherwise, they are really insignificant to me.
This Easter, I will not-celebrate it at a buddhist temple!
We came here on a whim. I thought this place would be a dud. I know I would be bored out of my mind if I were to come here as a two year old. But, Ellis enjoyed herself. But, that’s because we made her believe we were visiting Shaolin Temple!
Ellis was dead tired after the temple. She fell asleep in the car immediately. The Shaolin regimen takes a toll on the body and mind.
About a month ago, Ellis was picking up her lunch with her hands. My friend tried to get Ellis to use her utensils by telling her only Indians eat with their hands. After the temple, Ellis took a long nap, so I dropped her off at home and then bought some Indian take out. After I arrived back home, Ellis woke up and asked me what did I buy. I told her I got Indian food. And, she exalted, “So, I can eat with my hands!” I replied, “yes, now here are some naan.”
Impromtu media time:
We are back to the future
Ellis showing off her DaGo bo staff @ Ikea
Banging da bongos
Note on this post’s music selection. Ellis hates this song.