Mollusks and Phebrew school

So, after many declarations of "never again," Kate and I found ourselves, for the second time this week, at the Snail, the Thai restaurant-type-thing down the street. Pad see ew is just as I remembered it. Turns out the way to stave off post-see-ew malaise is to eat only half of what's served, and have a diet coke as a chaser.

Over dinner, I taught Kate a few new Hebrew words, so she can stop announcing to everyone she meets who knows some Hebrew that she is a cucumber (she can now say "I am a woman", I am pretty", and "I want a bread roll;" Eric, the other recipient of my pseudo-Hebrew lessons, can say, among other things, "I like physics" and "I am a grapefruit.")