Playing Mah Jong with my parents is a hoot.
Not because their playing is bad. It really is because it's funny. Seriously.
For instance, today, my mum asked, "Has everybody poot fart (she meant bou fa or bu3 hua1) already?".
Then, I have this obsession with keeping the wall straight. I use my tile rack to straighten it while waiting my turn; a pastime my dad has also taken up.
When we play Mah Jong together, you can easily see the family resemblance. We are all really clumsy (and needless to say, really eccentric).
In our excitement to get tiles, we have: pushed over the wall, revealed our hand, shook the table, pushed over our chairs, etc etc.
In our reluctance to give our chips to the winner, we have: thrown the chips out the window, tore the bag we keep the chips in, narrowly missed injuring a fellow family member.
We also do this weird head-bobbing, finger-drumming thing while we play (to the accompaniment of Chinese New Year music).
I don't suppose anyone would care to join us for a game?
A chronicle of nose growth
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
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