With Chinese New Year just around the corner, we sat talking about how we could celebrate it in our own way, especially as it’s not a public holiday here. Somehow the conversation progressed from, who we would invite, what we would eat, when we would celebrate to…
Dad: It’s actually ‘our’ year. Year of the Rabbit
G: Why is it your year?
Dad: We were born in the Year of the Rabbit.
G: And me?
Dad: You were born in the Year of the Dog…
G (at this point looking at little confused): …and after that it’s the Year of the Hedgehog!
Dad: … ????