We have a sad little man.

Let's see...yesterday...

We woke up late and it was so, so nice. At breakfast we met the other family from our group staying in our hotel. Most of the families are at the other one on the island. We opted for this one for the bigger rooms and it has paid off. The pool is a bummer, but we spend so much time in the room, its nice to spread out.

After breakfast we went to first shop we could find with t-shirts just so we would have something clean until our laundry was done. I had a difficult time choosing between "I *heart* China" or Obama dressed as Mao. In the end I settled on "Guangzhou Starbucks" (I'm sure the copyright was honored) and Jeff got a dragon something with chinese writing. He thinks the translation was something like, "Stupid American paid too much for this shirt." We weren't in the mood to haggle.

Later, smelling fresh, we took poor Ethan to the physical exam clinic. We met some more families from our group and ran Ethan through the little check up stations. Height, weight, eyes, ears. Little buddy may need glasses, or he didnt understand what they wanted him to do. They wrote down, "uncooperative" Then, oh dear, it was time for the TB test. I've never seen a test site swell up like that, but he's so tiny there's no place for whatever they inject in him to go.

And that was the beginning of the crying. Whenever he is not otherwise distracted (eating, playing, pool time, bath) he was either whimpering or crying. When you tell him, "no" it comes in bigger waves. We had to visit our guides to ask him if he was hurting. Later he kept repeating a certain phrase and we asked a shop keeper to translate, and (break my heart) he was repeating, "I want to go home." Zoe wants to be right up on him, and that makes it worse. Our plan today is to keep him busy.

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