In Bangkok over Chinese New Year, we stayed at the Sukhothai Hotel, where Anne and I started our honeymoon in 2002. Returning to your honeymoon destination is, at best, like trying to reheat a soufflé. Returning with your children is like trying to reheat a soufflé in an oven without a flame.
One breakfast, the girls sat on a Thai silk covered bench and Anne told them, “Clean your hands before fondling the upholstery.” That line sums up our stage of parenting. We are beyond saying, “Don’t fondle the upholstery” since saying “Don’t” is a waste of letters on five and a half year olds. We are at least trying to do the right thing by recommending clean hands fondling, which will serve them well throughout their lives.
Ollie and Zoe enjoyed visiting the temples, cruising then sleeping on long-tail boats down the Chao Praya River, zipping around town in Tuk-tuks and being the loudest twosome in the pool. Apologies to the poolside honeymooners and adults trying to read and sleep. No use telling the girls to be quiet. Instead, I had them work on swimming underwater.
I enjoyed answering Ollie and Zoe’s questions as we toured the Grand Palace, sat together in the golden hall of the Emerald Buddha and watched the girls and Anne drop coins in the 108 alms bowls running along the back of the reclining Buddha at Wat Pho.
Anne and I did manage to enjoy couple of quiet cocktails together the last night of our stay at the hotel’s outdoor bar. Ollie and Zoe were asleep on the deep, white cushions after a day of sightseeing and swimming. As we talked, I was reminded how wonderful Anne is. Even though the soufflé did not have a chance to reheat, those romantic ingredients are still there. And, yes, we did clean the girls’ hands with the lemongrass-scented hand towels before they curled up and fondled the upholstery.








