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Our bedtime story tonight was a book got from our family in America, Where's My Mummy? by Carolyn Crimi. It's kinda meant for the Halloween season, but the boys picked it tonight because we haven't read it in a while and they are more and more curious about actual mummies.

After the story I asked the boys if they want to see a picture of a real mummy and they were very excited. I carefully Googled pictures of mummies and when Osamu tried to look I told him to wait. I had a feeling there could be some disturbing images for little boys and I was right.

I told the boys, "There might be scary pictures so I'll find something not too scary."

Kenzo replied, "Don't worry papa. If it's scary I won't look."

I found some website about the British Museum, which I've been to. It was perfect; nice photos of mummies without all the scary stuff. The boys decided they want to go to London and were somewhat relieved that there were no mummies near us.
Kenzo and Osamu are going to get a new cousin next week. Eri's sister is super pregnant and they're doing a planned procedure that was recommended by her doctor. So Eri's dad drove down to our place and we all got in our car and headed about an hour south to Watari to spend the day with Eri's sister and her husband and their soon to be three-year-old and soon-to-have-a-little-brother daughter.


It was our first time at their new place. They have a little park right outside their front door and some neighborhood kids left their soccer balls and baseballs and even a plastic baseball bat. There was a bunch of trash too, which is uncommon here and especially uncommon in our neck of the woods. Judging by the trash it's probably the same kids who leave their toys there who leave candy wrappers and other junk. The next time we visit I'm bringing a trash bag. 


Eri's dad was in rare form. He played soccer and baseball, often at the same time, with three of his grandkids. He also paid for our Chinese lunch, which I announced was not going to happen but he somehow snatched the check from me when I was dealing with an Osamu situation.

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