How many boks do you need?
One evening, my husband was a little under the weather, so I decided to make him a pot of soup.
As I hurried around the kitchen, pulling ingredients from the refrigerator, my 3-year-old son, Bryson, asked what I was doing.
"I'm making soup for Daddy," I replied.
He immediately wanted to help. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity to teach Bryson about different vegetables, I helped him up on a stool next to the kitchen sink, where I had two piles of veggies. As I put the first pile of vegetable leaves in the colander I said, "This is pak choy."
Bryson imitated my words, "pack choy."
I grabbed a leaf from the second pile, held it in front of Bryson, and said: "And this vegetable is called won bok."
Bryson picked up another leaf and proudly said, "won bok" and threw the leaf into the colander. I started walking away, leaving Bryson to throw the rest of the won bok into the colander, when I heard, "Won bok, two bok, three bok, four bok!"
Vicki Goto, Mililani Mauka
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