Baby Get Squeezed - by Tre
In many of my previous blog posts I have attempted to create a comprehensive history or scientific outline through hours of research and writing. But, as one can imagine, that is extremely tiring, and I feel that we have strayed from our initial idea of a "travel blog." So I have decided to follow the wise words of the one Rachel Barber, and just write about some of our funny stories. Ignore the fact that my parents have told me to do this same thing countless times—it didn't sound as smart coming from them. So I'm going to go all the way back to Vietnam. There, surrounded by people the same height as Quill, she and I were both "baby." And they sure loved their babies! Everywhere we went, people would cross the street to ask if they could get their picture taken with Quill. All the little old ladies just wanted to cuddle her and pinch her cheeks. They absolutely loved her—the cutest possible girl in the eyes of the Vietnamese, with her pale skin, blond hai...