Bill Belew has raised 2 bi-cultural kids, now 34 and 30. And he and his wife are now parenting a 3rd, Mia, who is 8.

Korean Bibimbap

This story is a bit nasty. True. But nasty.

Daddy went on a trip to Thailand not long ago, via Korea on a Korean airplane.

The way you can tell where an airplane is from is by what language the plane speaks. Or sometimes by its name.

“Hi. I’m Park. I am from Korea. Can I give you a lift?”

They served kimchi on the airplane.

Daddy said it reminded him of a story a missionary friend who lived in Korea once told him.

She said, “I was on a bus. When suddenly I looked down and there was food on the floor. I feared I had bumped the little girl and she had dropped her kimchi. I reached down, scooped it up as quickly as I could and tried to give it back to the mother. The mother was very very angry. It turns out the little girl had lost her lunch. (That’s what I thought). But in this case, lost her lunch meant she had thrown up the kimchi after eating it one time already. I couldn’t tell the difference.”

Yikes!!! Can’t tell the difference between kimchi that has been eaten once and hasn’t been eaten yet?

That’s a true story.

And that’s why daddy never eats kimchi unless he knows for absolute sure it hasn’t been eaten already one time.

Airplanes are also sometimes called air buses. Daddy skipped his kimchi this time, just in case.

Talk to Bill and others about their experiences raising bi-cultural Japanese-American kids.