And the number was 2. 2 & not 3. 2 & not 1. 2.

Caroline has arrived and there is much excitement and merriment. Vicky, as the younger girl at 14, was very concerned that Caroline at 16, would be the "boss". This I found hysterical, as Vicky is very much the dominant personality around here. Caroline is happily following around her new friend, having her first taste of Working Momma Enchiladas and basically, relieved to have something familiar.

At the pickup today, one of the other host mothers has adopted two Chinese girls which Vicky found fascinating. I'd seen this coming, so I had explained this to Vicky ahead of time as she always finds kids everywhere we go. Turns out she's very aware of how her country treats girls, and despite the fact that she's obviously from a wealthy family she reports she knows friends who have been "sold" by their families. She went on to say that's why its so important for her to study hard and get a good education. I'm truly afraid to ask much about that. She also told me I should adopt a Chinese girl so they could have "better American life for girls". Wowsa.

Caroline barely brought any clothes, so there must be much shopping. Kill me now. I'm so tired of taking one teenager shopping, now I must take two! Vicky is anxious as all get out that she find her Paul Frank t-shirts, Samsonite luggage and gifts for herself before she leaves in 9 days.

As I type, I'm eavesdropping on the girls as they nuke enchiladas, listening to your life explained by teenagers is really quite humbling. I likely shouldn't keep insisting they speak English. Turns out, I only know homosexuals and we have many farm animals. All in one sentence, mind you. Also, I broke my meat so the girls need to help out in the kitchen and with chores.

Meanwhile, my sinuses are killing me, I'm cranky and I want a nap.

As Vicky says, poor Ma.