normally, he knows how to spell his name...starts with a c, is a half dozen letters long.
one morning he says... mommy look...i spelled my name...
maybe this would explain his penchant for pho - or any soup with asian noodles
his love of things just that extra bit spicy
his fascination with chopsticks
the way he can scarf down shrimp in black bean sauce
or noodles done in cilantro and a fish sauce base.
or maybe (and likely, i suppose)
it's just an incredibly odd coincidence
or the influence of living in chinatown.
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