Even though I had an incredible weekend in Charleston during the Charleston Wine + Food Festival, I was ready to get back home last week. Ge Ge (my five-year-old son) immediately clamored to know what I’d eaten and who I’d seen (mostly, he just wanted stories about my dad, his “Gong Gong” and my mom, his “Puo Puo”). Meimei, my three-year-old daughter, acted like any rational woman would. Instead of just hugging me and telling me she missed me, she stonewalled me at first, refusing to acknowledge my return. Then, over the next few days, she threw some epic tantrums about nothing at all. In other words, there was emotional fallout, but none of it was directly connected to my actual trip to Charleston.
Women. I swear.