So after the Temple, we were at the art place, and Jenn's arm was about to fall off, and it's hot and seriously humid, and she... needed... a... break. So I took him for another walk, and he pitched a bigger fit. We got to a garden area, and I set him down to walk. He proceeded to sit down and get his hands dirty. After I cleaned his hands, he was back to being a pleasant boy, and we walked around for about a half-hour, checking stuff out, laughing and giggling.
Getting back to breakfast for a moment, there are several other adoption groups staying at this hotel, and it's interesting observing them. Our group appears to be the quietest, which is a-okay with me. There was one that didn't appear to be bonding with either parent.
There were two families that were especially interesting to me. At one table next to us was a family that had just adopted a boy of about 10 years with Down's Syndrome. God bless them. It's amazing and incredibly humbling to think that there are folks who are interested and willing to take on such a child in need.
At another table next to us was a boy of about 2 who was missing his right hand. Jenn stopped to chat with his mother for a minute and learned he was from Shanghai. His grandmother was sitting with them, but not his dad. Turns out his dad had to return home for business halfway through the trip, and that the boy was somewhat afraid of his dad. I felt bad to learn about that and what the dad must have been feeling on his way home by himself.