Morning ritual

Since arriving in Vietnam Pearce has gone on a hunger strike. The food here looks a little different then the spread we offer him at home. But there are plenty of choices. Yet, for lunch, dinner and all the snacks in between, he only opts for bread and butter. That's it. If he was a POW he'd be fine.

Breakfast is a bit better. If you consider pancakes an improvement. Without fail, every morning the minute Pearce wakes up, we hear a small little voice coming from under his devet saying "pancake" over and over until we get up, dress and sonter down to the cafe. It's a buffet of delight waiting for us to overindulge. I can't blame him for exclusively eating the pancakes, though. They're sweeter and heartier than normal. Pearce does get some nourishment with his two drinks of choice; milk and apple juice. Both with a "straw please." The very attentive Vietnamese that work in the Cafe know his plan by heart and promptly bring him these items like he's some kind of prince.

Today, Pearce realized that blowing bubbles into his apple juice and milk made him and everyone around him laugh histerically. This caused a sudden surge of excitement to bolt through his body, followed by a realization that blowing bubbles into both his apple juice and milk symotaneously elicited even more response.

Here is a little bit of movie magic showing part of Pearce's morning ritual.