Japanese kids!

Today, I went with part of my family to my mom's family's house. I had met her father before (he kicked my ass at Shogi about 10 times in as many minutes!) and today I met a bunch more. We took some trains and then met my mom's younger brother at the station. When I got in the car, I was greeted by three small children! Well, actually, I wasn't greeted, because they were scared of me! Eventually, they started to lighten up, and we had a great time. We played in the park, did some other fun stuff, for dinner we had hand made sushi, which was really fun. In the evening, I played with all of the small Japanese children, and was hating myself for forgetting my camera! At the house was: the grandfather (my mom's father), the grandmother (mother), two uncles (younger brothers), their wives, my mom, my two brothers, me, and... seven small Japanese children! The oldest was maybe 7 or 8, and the youngest was maybe 7 or 8 months! It was a blast, and it made me miss small children!

Peter