The Long-Awaited Violin Concert

I have finally finished editing the video clips we took of Miriam's violin Christmas recital! We were very proud of how well Miriam did considering she attempted no less than 8 times to run off the stage and come sit with us. While she is still not Mozart, she has made huge improvements from her first "recital". Her bow is not a plunger and only once did I have to tell her to take it out of her mouth.

The opening song is one that was written for her preschool that is named Wheat Kernel. Miriam hates the song and I don't blame her. :) On the last song, believe it or not Miriam is actually singing while sucking on the string of her dress. Multitalented. I think the rest of the video speaks for itself.

The Shemeiermo mystery

It's Friday night and I'm downstairs playing with Elijah. Miriam is upstairs happily splashing in the bathtub. I hear her start to sing a curious song. To the tune of "Oh Christmas Tree", I hear her singing, "Shemeiermo, Shemeirmo" (pronounced shuh-may-er-moe). I go up and ask her what Shemeiermo is supposed to mean. "That's the name of Bree's friend!" she happily tells me. I am skeptical of there being any child namedShemeiermo, but Miriam is usually surprisingly right when she says things like this. Miriam insists that Shemeiermo is a girl that goes to our church who is a friend of our neighbor Bree.

Fastforward to Sunday morning at church. Several times over the last few days Miriam has talked about the mystery friend Shemeiermo, and Jeff and I are burning with curiousity to find out who she might be. As Sunday School is ending, we ask her if she sees Shemeiermo, and she points to a girl halfway down the hallway. "That's Shemeiermo!" she exclaims. So Jeff and I practically run down the hallway after this little girl and Jeff stops her mom. "Is that your daughter?" he asks. When she nods, he says, "What is her name?" "Mikayla" the mom answers, a little confused. "Oh!" says Jeff, "Well for so

me reason my daughter thought her name was Shemeiermo!" Now the mom looks very confused and possibly slightly offended (which would be a not-unreasonable response to have).

We laugh as we return to Miriam and I spy Angie, Bree's mom standing there. I ask her if Bree has any friend named something resembling Shemeiermo, and Angie also laughs and says no. I figure Miriam must have made it all up after all.

That evening, we have Bree's family and the other American family in our neighborhood over to dinner. Angie and I are laughing about the Shemeiermo story, when Leah realizes that she knows about Shemeiermo. Her son Austin goes to the same preschool as Bree. At their school there is a little girl who likes to make up words with Austin, and their newest funny word is Shemeiermo. So apparently Bree liked to repeat it too and Miriam thought it was a person's name. We all had a good laugh together and I was relieved to finally solve the mystery!

This is apparently the only picture I have of Miriam and Bree. She's gonna love me one day for putting this online.

My Driver's License Exam

Can't you just tell from the title of the blog that this is going to be a fun one?

So after spending the last few months illegally driving our car, I was finally able to actually apply and take the test to get my Asian driver's license. (Lack of a U.S driver's license and then the wrong kind of visa made it so I couldn't get it done earlier, I'm not just a total slacker.) A few weeks ago I had to fill out paperwork, travel half way across the city to apply for a test appointment and get an "eye exam", but then this morning was the big day of my actual test. When you already have a valid foreign driver's license, you don't have to take a road test, just a written one. In order to prepare for the test, when you register for a test time they give you a manual to study.

Well I got my manual 3 weeks ago, but it wasn't until yesterday afternoon while cleaning up for Miriam's birthday party that I found it under the coffee table and remembered that I actually needed to study and prepare for my test. That set me off on a small panic attack because it is a huge hassle to take the test and I was really worried that I might not pass the test and have to do it all over again. So after the kids got to bed last night, I grabbed the manual and started my cram session.

Unlike what you might expect, the driver's license manual is not a manual containing all the traffic laws and regulations. It is a set of around 1000 multiple choice and true/false questions. The questions cover a whole range of traffic-related (and sometimes not-so-related) topics, and when you take the test the computer randomly chooses 100 of these questions for you to answer. In order to pass the test, you must answer at least 90 of the questions correctly. So studying for the test is not really so much about learning actual traffic laws and regulations as it is about learning the answers to the questions.

The more I read of the manual, the more material for this blog I found. Because I would estimate that only about 40% of the questions in the book were on topics actually important or useful to someone trying to learn the traffic rules for this country. And maybe I'm being really generous with the 40%. If I think about what percentage of what I learned actually informed me of something that would impact how I drive, the percentage would be maybe 2%.

Most of the questions were merely useless, but some were astoundingly useless, humorously obvious, or at least completely irrelevant to determining if a person understands the traffic rules necessary to safely drive a vehicle. Here are a few random samplings:

No unit or individual is allowed to illegally assemble a motorized vehicle. Answer: Right

The motorized vehicle driver should apply to the issuing vehicle management station for license change, within 90 days after the expiration of his driving license. Answer : Wrong (unfortunately I only know this answer is wrong, not what the right answer is...)

The objects of compensation liability of the mandatory traffic accident insurance of motorized vehicles include the drivers of the insured vehicles. Answer: Wrong (so my accident insurance doesn't cover either me or the other driver? Then who does it cover?)

When running at high speed, the steering wheel can have a feel of "being deprived" due to the impact of __________. The driver should firmly hold the steering wheel and drives at a lower speed.

A. Ice and snow

B. Heavy rain

C. Side Wind

D. Fog

I included this one because I never remembered feeling deprived when driving before. (Answer C)

The main impact of the road conditions at night on safe driving is ____________.

A. The visibility is low and unfavorable for observing road traffic conditions

B. The road surface is complex and changing

C. The physical strength of the driver decreases

D. The driver can easily have impulse and Illusion

When another driver asks directions while driving, the driver should __________

A. Ignore it

B. Answer with patience

C. Find an excuse to reject

D. Answer for a pay

When discovering the persons injured in a traffic accident need rescue while driving, the driver should __________.

A. Send the injured persons to hospital in a timely manner or make emergency call

B. Dodge as much as possible

C. Leave as fast as possible

D. Find an excuse to dodge the scene

Does anyone else find the last 3 answers to be remarkably similar? And btw, the last three answers are exactly what 95% of the population would do

When overtaking, the driver should _____ if the vehicle in front refuses to reduce speed or yield.

A. Continuously honk and speed up to overtake

B. Speed up to overtake forcefully

C. Stop overtaking

D. Overtake by using the lane for non-motorized vehicles

This really made me laugh because A,B and D are what happen every time this situation occurs here.

When discovering a congestion at the intersection ahead, the correct way to deal with thi situation is to _________.

A. Continue to weave through

B. Find space and overtake one vehicle after another

C. Honk to indicate the vehicle in front to speed up

D. Stop and wait in line

Same thing...happens every time

When a head-on collision is unavoidable, the driver should free the steering wheel, raise the legs and lie sideward on the right seat at the moment of the head-on collision. This can ensure his body is not stuck by the steering wheel. Answer: Right. Is it just me or does it seem like if the guy can do all that he might want to focus his energies a little more on slowing the vehicle down or avoiding the collision?

The pressure indicated by the engine oil pressure meter represents the engine oil pressure of the _______ of the engine.

A. Main oil route

B. Crankshaft box

C. Fuel inlet pipe of the engine oil pump

D. Engine oil pump

I didn't realize I needed to be a mechanic to drive a car. The relevance of this to me??

The accelerator pedal designed to control _______ of the engine or oil pump plunger is used to control the rotation speed of the engine.

A. The accelerator

B. The air throttle

C. The clutch

D. The fuel injector

Honestly?

The maximum free adjustment angle of the steering wheel of a motor vehicle is no more than ________.

A. 5 degrees

B. 30 degrees

C. 10 degrees

D. 20 degrees

When checking a tire, the depth from the tire surface to the bottom of the tread groove should not be less than _______. Otherwise, the tire should be replaced.

A. 1.6mm

B. 1.2mm

C. 1.0mm

D. 0.8mm

I'm offering a prize to anyone who can successfully answer all the mechanic questions :)

When there is a bleeding in an upper limb or shank without bone fracture or joint damage, the bleeding can be stopped by _________.

A. Tourniquet

B. Compression dressing

C. Cushioned limb folding

D. Pressure bondage

You also need a medical degree to drive apparently. The correct answer is C

Stopping bleeding with tourniquet refers to ligating an elastic rubber tube an rubber band at _______ of the upper limb or the middle thigh of the wounded person.

A. One-third

B. One-half

C. Two-thirds

D. Three-quarters

Answer is A in case you ever need the tourniquet definition

When putting a bone fracture in the upper limb in position, the limb must be straightened and tied up. Answer: Wrong. I am terrified at the idea of a random roadside person attempting to do anything to put a bone fracture of my upper limb in position, especially if they are only told what not to do.

My very "favorite" questions of all are the ones about police hand-signals. There are a bunch of pictures of police officers making various traffic hand signals and you are supposed to tell what the hand signals mean. There are two different questions with the absolutely identical picture of the police officer holding his left hand palm-out with his head turned to the right. In the first question, it says this position indicates "a signal for turning left gently". In the second question, it means, "a signal for turning right". Good thing I've never seen a traffic cop giving hand signals. I might run him over in my confusion.

Well I am happy to report that my cram session paid off and I got 99 out of the 100 questions right! Fortunately the hand signals didn't make it onto my test and as of Friday I will have my very own driver's license. Now that I can legally drive my goal is still to do it as infrequently as possible.

Violin Recital or I Guess I Didn't Give Birth To The Next Mozart After All

Let me set the scene for you. About 10 kids standing in a row demonstrating their newly-acquired skills at playing the "violin" for all of the assembled parents. Since they have only had a couple weeks of lessons, they are first learning such critical skills as how to hold their bow (a wooden stick) and violin (a toilet paper roll), and how to move their bow to different rhythms. All of these lessons have clearly sailed right over Miriam's head at this point. Notice that she seems to think her bow is meant to be a plunger. And yes, in the second picture she is on the verge of biting her bow. But the video really just speaks for itself. I have no words to describe what a proud parent I was at the first recital a child of mine has taken part in!

I will say this for her though. In the 2 or 3 weeks since the recital, she has gotten a real violin and actually made vast progress. She now attempts to hold the bow correctly, does a decent job of holding the violin in place, and is close to being able to repeat rhythms. It has given me hope that she might actually be capable of playing the instrument one day. At least she is still very excited about playing her "biolin". And gosh if she isn't adorable doing it!

So for a while Jeff was operating under the assumption that he could turn his iphone sideways to take videos and it would work that way. He was wrong, and that is the reason this video is shot sideways. Remember the blame is all his.

Miriam's First Day of Preschool

Miriam has started going to pre-school two mornings a week at a local school. She really gets excited to go and has lots of fun playing. The school has a big playroom complete with a very fast slide and a little play kitchen area. She goes outside for PE class and has a math class as well. She is also getting violin lessons. I don't think she is actually learning much, but she enjoys being there with the other kids. Most of the rest of the kids are 4 or 5 years old, she is by far the youngest kid. She is supposed to be at least 3, but they are willing to let her in anyway. When I get it off the camera, I'll have to post pictures and video of her "violin recital" they had during a family day at the school. Most of the time at the end of the day when I ask her what she did in school, she is most excited to tell me what she ate for lunch. :) But I can tell a difference in her willingness to speak the local language even after just a couple of weeks of going. So here are a few pictures of her on her first day of preschool.

Let's Just Keep Going!!!!

This is the name of one of Miriam's very favorite games. She and her best friend Bree invented it together oh maybe a couple of months ago. It goes like this. They each pick a toy that can be pulled by a string (this is usually either one of those snoopy dogs you can pull along or a car that has balls inside that pop up whenever you pull it) and stand next to each other. Then they scream at the top of their lungs, "Let's just keep going!!!" and they start to run in circles in our basement play room dragging their toys. They never make it more than a couple laps before at least one of them has to stop because their toy has smashed into some object and gotten tangled around it. They run so fast and fling the toys so hard that they are usually airborne most of the time and often ricocheting off of walls, other toys, occasionally Elijah's various body parts. Whenever they have to stop to re-collect their toy they yell once again and take off. If left to themselves they will play this game for a half hour or more and I am incredibly surprised that nothing has actually been broken yet. Lately Bree's little brother Jesh has started to join in the fun so their are occasional fights over who gets the best toy and we often have to find a piece of string and tie it around something with wheels so that there are enough let's just keep going toys. I try to ban Elijah from the basement when this game is going on, but being the incredible social extrovert that he is he cries piteously if left upstairs. So mostly he just gets sat in a corner with an adult to stand between him and a high likelihood of death or dismemberment.

So probably most people wonder why we allow our children to play this game. To be honest, I wonder that myself most times when I send them down to play and stay upstairs pretending like if I can't see them then I don't have to care what they're doing. But I think the reason they get away with it is the look of such joy and anticipation on their faces when they first pick up the toys and are poised to launch into their first chorus of "Let's Just Keep Going!" That and the bond it creates between Angie (Bree's mom) and I as we cringe and laugh together every time we hear the chorus followed by loud thumping, smashing, and cries of delight.

Why I hate working out

So I decided to do this 3-part workout video for 30 days because let's face it, I'm fat and out of shape. I figured I'd do each part for 10 days, and it couldn't be all that bad, right? I'd feel good and it promises that you can lose 20 pounds if you do the workout for 30 days.

So day 1 I do the first part of the workout and by 5 minutes into it I'm pretty sure that I hate myself for even thinking of this idea. I am supposed to be doing some sort of lunge while pressing weights over my head, but after about the first 5 of these my arms give out and I am merely barely waving the weights somewhere around mid-chest. By 15 my legs are also shot and I'm more swaying back and forth than lunging. I have a blister on my big toe and my underwear is riding up but I can't adjust it because I'm holding the weights. I'm panting like a dog and trying desperately not to think about the fact that it's only been 5 minutes.

It doesn't get any better from there, but I finish the workout and feel a small surge of satisfaction that I can now say I am "working out". That glow of happiness dies by the next morning when I wake up to discover that my left earlobe is the only part of my body that moves properly. Nevertheless, I have made a commitment so I start up level one once again and I can only describe the following 20 minutes as the next layer of hell.

By day 3, the body is slowly adjusting and I don't actually curse out loud at the instructor on my screen cheerfully encouraging me to "keep pushing through it!" Maybe this is only actually purgatory and not hell itself. Days 4 and following are progressively less painful and I start to secretly tell myself that I don't look that much different than the toned, fit, skinny women on the screen. Until I catch my reflection in the window while bounding off the ground like a gazelle during the jumprope exercise and realize that the only part of me that looks like it's bounding are my boobs. The rest of me just looks like a mass of jiggling fat.

After 10 days of level one, I am ready to move on to level 2. And discover that the previous tortures were only a warm-up to the real thing. I spend more of level 2 sprawled on the ground trying to get myself back into the push-up position that you are supposed to be in for half the workout than actually doing the workout. Tonight I finished day 3 of level 2, and while I did manage to only lay prone on the ground once, I still spent most of the 20 minutes of the workout wishing that I could have my toenails ripped out instead. I just don't enjoy it. Not really any part of it.

But in the end, after completing almost half of the 30 days, is it at least producing the desired results? Am I burning fat and creating lean muscle so that in a matter of 17 more days I will be proud to stride around in a bikini? Well, Jeff does do his part to tell me things like, "I think you're looking more toned. Your legs definitely look more toned than they did before." Miriam isn't as helpful. She snuggled up to me yesterday and said, "Mama, is your tummy fat?" Well this morning I stepped on the scale to see where all of my hard work had gotten me. The verdict? Two whole pounds off. Like I said, I don't like working out.

Asian Renovations

There are fewer times I notice as much difference between Asian and American cultures as when having renovation or repair work done on your house. Here are a few examples:

1. Every room has it's own air conditioner, and therefore in the wall of every room there is a hole roughly the size of a large fist that allows the hose to go out of the house. The hose however is only about 2/3 the size of the hole, so you end up with a partially open hole in every wall. When asked if they could seal the rest of the hole sometime, the reply is "nothing we can do about it" (you hear this phrase on an almost daily basis if you spend time around renovators much). The suggestion was to shove some rags or bits of plastic into the rest of the hole.

2. Two days after we move in, we notice water running out of our fuse box and also out of the ceiling in another room. Reason? When they installed our bathtub upstairs, they used a hose a half-foot too short to reach the drain. And they didn't seal the hot water faucet so it was continuously leaking water into the wall.

3. When in need of a ladder the workers didn't have, they took some pieces of metal railing and metal wire and created their own ladder. Let's just say not the sturdiest looking structure to use while standing over a stairwell.

4. Every building in this country is made out of concrete and rebar. So when our neighbors decide to convert a basement window into a door, you get at least two solid days of having to shout at the top of your lungs in order to be heard by the person next to you over the sounds of sawing and hammering. They might as well be doing the work in your own place. Jeff using the concrete drill in our own apartment was less noisy than the neighbors construction.

5. When they lay the carpet in a room, they just sort of unroll it and glue the corners down. No stretching or anything. Eventually with much pressure they actually stretch it a little and glue it down better.

6. When they tile the floors in a bathroom or kitchen, they use grout that just chips out after a while. They have no sealer that you can put on the grout, so after just a few days the grout looks dirty. I haven't been able to find anyone who doesn't claim that they don't have sealer in this country.

7. When they paint they don't actually stir the paint very well, so by the end of the can the color is slightly different than when they started. Making it impossible to do touch-ups because the paint is all a different shade now.

But on the positive side, labor costs virtually nothing here. :)

Top 10 Reasons Not To Get Deported

10. No matter how sympathetically the customs agent looks at you, you are never emotionally prepared to hear "your visa is expired so you must leave the country now" after just arriving from a 10-hour overnight flight and expecting to be home in a half hour.

9. You might lack adequate food supplies to keep your family fed when you are expecting to arrive back at your home by 3pm and instead are being detained in the airport and flying to a new country until 1am. You might be forced to buy a small box of cookies for an exorbitant price to prevent a total toddler meltdown and fork over $20 for a couple whoppers for "dinner" at around midnight.

8. It costs a lot of money to buy one-way tickets to Hong Kong for your whole family.

7. It's embarrassing to be escorted onto said flight to Hong Kong by the police.

6. Your family doesn't get over jetlag more quickly when they don't get to bed until nearly 2am.

5. When you wake up the next morning at the hotel and go to the desk to ask about staying an extra night, they might tell you all the rooms but one are already booked, and that room will cost $500 per night. That might be the emotional straw that breaks the camels back for your husband and he might spend half the day in a spiral of depression and gloom as a result.

4. After spending all morning waiting in line to apply for a new visa, you will then be forced to spend all afternoon wandering the streets of Hong Kong looking for a playground to relieve all the pent-up energy and stress that your 2 year old has built up over the course of the trip.

3. Your daughter might wake up covered in small red bumps that you will later discover are probably bedbug bites.

2. It will cost you nearly as much money to buy return tickets home as it did to get you to Hong Kong in the first place. Plus expensive hotels and food. Plus new visas. Plus the $200 your husband might accidentally leave sitting in the ATM.

1. When you finally arrive back home, you realize you now have 5 days to pack up your home before you are moving. :)

Miriam's Best Friends

Today Miriam came up to me and said, "Mama, I want you to come see my best friends!" I didn't even have to guess what she wanted me to see. So I smiled as I walked down the hall to her room where she proudly showed me 4 small plastic figurines lying on a pillow. She quickly turned to me and whispered loudly, "Shhhhh!!! They're sleeping!! I do NOT want you to wake them up!!" She beamed at them and then declared, "I just love them so much!"

Anyone who has ever met my daughter knows who those 4 plastic figurines are - Leo, Annie, June and Quincy of course. I think pretty much from the first day grandma and grandpa introduced her to the Little Einsteins, Miriam has never gotten over her love of them. She only watches a 20 minute episode of the show a couple of times a week, but she gets so excited when we turn it on that she just giggles and squirms all over. At least one of the little friends accompanies her around the house and "watches" her eat, go potty, read books, etc. She talks to them constantly and makes up endless games and activities with them.

Part of me is a little disturbed by how very much she loves cartoon people. She's not kidding when she calls them her best friends. She does have real friends that she loves to play with, but I do believe that in her heart she loves those Einsteins more deeply than she does anyone else except maybe Jeff and I. Even though she loves her little brother, I'm pretty sure she'd trade him in for Leo. :) But then, I watch and listen to how she interacts with them, and I realize that she is actually learning true lessons in friendship from her relationship with her "friends". Here are some examples:

1. One day Miriam was carrying two of the friends around when she accidentally dropped one of them. She scooped up June, said "Sorry June! Did you get hurt? Let me kiss your arm!" Then she turned to the figure, Annie, still in her hand and said, "When June gets hurt you have to say sorry and be kind. You should give her a kiss to even if it is an accident. That's being kind."

2. A fight broke out between Leo and Annie one day. Not sure what the cause was, but apparently Leo wasn't being a very good big brother to his little sister Annie, because I overheard Miriam lecturing Leo saying, "Annie is little and you are bigger, so you have to be gentle with her. When you see babies you have to take care of them!"

3. Miriam was busily eating a cookie one day while Leo was looking on. All of a sudden mid-bite she stops and looks at Leo. Looks at her cookie then looks at Leo. Looks at her cookie and looks at Leo. Finally she breaks off a miniscule little piece and puts in front of Leo and declares, "I share with my friends!"

So while I hope that Miriam continues to learn about friendship more and more from her real live friends, I've made my peace with the fact that in her crazy ever-changing world she has found some real happiness and comfort in her Little Einsteins. Thanks Leo, Annie, Quincy and June for being such good friends to my daughter!

So I couldn't find any pictures of her with the little figurines, but this is her with June and Quincy at Disney while we were in the States. Below is her with Leo.

My daughter makes me laugh (or sometimes I think my 2 year old is really 20)

So Jeff is gone on an overnight camping trip, so I'm holding down the fort solo until tomorrow morning. It was actually a really good day, but the kids were starting to both get a little cranky around afternoon nap time. I thought I was handling it rather well, but Miriam walks up to me and says, "Mama, I'm not sleepy but I think I have to take a nap so Mama will be happy". I laughed and then thought, "Did my 2 year old just tell me that? Is this normal? She sounds like a teenager not a toddler".

Miriam is always saying things that crack me up because they sound like things that should not be coming out of the mouth of a 2 year old. The other day she walks up and announces, "Mama, I'm upset!" When I asked her why, she said, "Well...ummm...well because I'm sure there is something I want that I can't have!" She had no clue what it was, but she knew she couldn't have it. :)

Or also this afternoon Miriam is holding a couple of toy figures and she looks at me and says, "I'm not supposed to throw these. If I throw them, I get in trouble. I'll get a spanky on my bottom". I affirmed that was true, and then she grinned and chucked them across the room. I immediately told her she had disobeyed and would indeed get a spanking. She started crying, and I asked her why she threw them when she knew she would get a spanking. Through her tears she says, "Well, it just felt good to throw them!"

I love that little kid! When she gets excited everything about her lights up. She loves to learn and loves to express herself. She's a girl who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to tell you. Despite what it might sound like from the above quote, she is actually not defiant, just passionate. She feels things deeply and is easily moved both to laughter and to tears. She will hug any stranger she meets, but usually refuses to speak to them. Every single day I look at her and think that she is the most amazing and beautiful little girl in the world. Which is how every Mama ought to feel.

Miriam at her friend Bree's princess birthday party. She was so excited to attend we had to have a countdown calendar to the big day.

Playing on the zip line at the playground. It's actually pretty long and has a good jolt at the end, but she loves it. Every time we do it the other Asian parents are amazed that I'd let me 2 year old do it on her own, but Miriam has no fear at all of things like this.

Don't you wish you loved life like this more often?

I hate the idea of blogging

Yes, truly the idea of writing a blog has no appeal at all to me. I have lots of things to say, I'd just rather use my mouth and say them than go through the time and trouble of writing it all down. But I was inspired by some friends to realize that even if I basically just post some pictures of the kids from time to time, it is still fun for friends and family far away to be able to see them. And who knows, maybe I'll even be inspired to write something. :)

My sweet baby boy Elijah just loves to smile. At everything and ever

yone. All the time. Really, unless he's exhausted and about to fall asleep, he is nearly always happy, especially if he has an audience. Living in Asia, we get lots and lots of stares when we go out as a family, and Elijah gets more than anyone. People can't get over how white he is, and they absolutely love that he smiles his huge smile at them. The bigger the crowd surrounding him, the happier he is. He has no problems being handed from person to person. On more than one occasion people have been surprised to see him move - they assumed he was a doll instead of a real baby. The reason? He was too white to be real. :)

A typical crowd gathering to take photos of and admire the whiteness of my boy.

I was going to put some pictures up of Miriam too, but it is taking too long. Next time. Hopefully that will be in under a few weeks time. But I will say that I did enjoy hearing her tell me this evening as she was going to the bathroom, "Jesus went poo poo on the potty. He had poo in his bottom, and it came out into the potty. Then he said, 'all done!'. But Jesus went poopoo in the potty not his panties. Because Jesus doesn't like having poopoo on his buns. And he flushes the toilet when he's done." Except for the flushing part, I'm sure she is right.