No thanks necessary

On Tuesday we had the chance to catch up with some friends of ours that are in the process of moving to Kuala Lampur. They had been staying there for several months and only came back to Shenzhen this week to pack up their house here for the permanent-for-now move to KL. Myles and my friend's son, Max, just love to play together and we have missed them very much.

I don't know if they will still tell people they miss us now that they are on their way back to Malaysia. Myles decided that Max needed to learn the words to "Werewolves in London," especially since Max's father is British (his mother is Russian). Of course, Myles being almost five really only knows a few words of the first verse, but the chorus in it's entirety. Soon Max was also able to sing, over and over and over, at the top of his lungs, "Ow-oooooooo, Werewolves in London." Because you know that is really the only way to do that song justice.