Ooseung is watching a kids show which is naming parts of the brain.

I raise my arms and exclaim excitedly,

“WHOO! Cerebellum!”

She stares patiently, waiting for this to make a little more sense. I just smile. She goes back to ignoring me.

She’s learning that’s just the way daddy is.

I’m not crazy about my kids going into medicine like their appah (me) but I can’t really help teaching them things I know. I’m definitely not pushing it or recommending it, but I’m not going to prevent it either.

We’ve talked about things like anatomy. Finding a pulse. Listening to the heart sounds, “lub dub.” Why blood is blue and red. How the muscles pull your bones and fingers. How your white cells (good guys) fight off infection (the bad guys).

Sun Su brought home his body outline from class last month (were they learning about crime scenes?) and drew in his immune system fighting off viruses and bacteria at home. And of course, he drew the brain, because “the brain’s the boss.”

Today, Ooseung kept asking me to show her more Brazilian jiu-jitsu moves (even though I haven’t gone in over two weeks). We went through mount, side mount, knee-on-belly, back mount, and the guard, before Sun Su said he’s tired. Ooseung still wanted more. I was running out of positions anyways – we’ll leave the “north-south position” (also called the “69″) for another decade or two – no wait, that’ll be even worse.  She doesn’t need to know that position.  I’ll teach her to knee people in the head instead.

It’s a little awe-inspiring how much your kids listen to and remember what you tell them.

It can be a little awful too sometimes.