Let me tell you a story. It’s funny, but it’s also kind of sad and wonderful at the same time.

We had two stints in China. One in the late nineties (where Tracey and I first met) and once when we returned to China in 2008. When we moved to China at that time, we had a nanny for our girls. Her name was Gu Ping.

I have prejudiced feelings about foreigners that get local help with their children when they go overseas and I could go on long rants about how bougie it is to have a local follow parents around, pushing their kids in their stroller, feeding them their meals, and putting them to bed. Many overseas people outsource the work of being a parent to their nannies and I think it’s wrong. Plus, they raise some screwed up kids who have never been parented by their actual parents. However, I will save that editorial for another time.