i never bothered posting any of the notes i took on my impressions returning to the united states, but after looking at them again i thought at least these two should be shared:

the result of coaching a three and five year old through forty plus hours of airports and airplanes while trying to keep them from acting like the three and five year old they are will result in children who are completely immune to everything you say.

its ironic after returning home the first song across my ipod shuffle was the bloodhound gang’s “three point one four” with the lyric

“it’s hard to rhyme a word like vagina, calvin klein? kind of north carolina.”