
The other afternoon, Benjamin was quietly playing in his playroom when I suddenly heard him cry, "
Hao Po? HAO PO??" My mother had long since left Los Angeles, so what was he talking about? Was my child hallucinating? I ran over to see what was going on, and saw that he was playing with his
little Lego family, and
Hao Po was missing.
.
Right away, we began to look for
Hao Po. After dumping out every box of Legos and meticulously sorting through every one...
.
...there she was! Whew! Benjamin immediately seated her in the Lego family car.
.
I waited for
Hao Po to meet the same
gruesome fate that
Hao Gong had met several weeks ago at Benjamin's chubby hands, but that didn't happen. Hmmm.... I wonder what that means?
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