East or West, a Mom's instincts always win the test
As little boys go, he was adorable, and he knew it. That his grandmother and mother fussed over him was clear from the two flavors of ice cream (in addition to the one that he carried in his hand) that dribbled down the front of his t-shirt. The red Olympic mascot, Huan-Huan, danced amid stains of chocolate and what appeared to be strawberry.
The small boy scampered and raced across the rocks, and was momentarily my only companion on the stone steps near the Temple of the Sea of Wisdom inside the beautiful Summer Palace.
It was a hot day and the grown-ups were seated on rocks nearby in the shade. The grandmother slowly wafted a fan back and forth. The mother and father chatted together and occasionally called to the young boy, as parents will, when a child is exploring.