(while eating dinner)
LR: (singing) We all live in a yellow submarine!
RJ: I know that song! I love that song!
LR and RJ: (joyously singing together) We all live in a yellow submarine!
RJ: (after the cacaphony quiets down) When I was a little kid (in Malaysia), we used to sing that song all the time… But it was a bit different. It was about a blue submarine.
Something that comes up from time to time is RJ’s previous life. It almost always starts out with, “When I was a little kid…” and describes a time “before he came to live with our family.” Apparently he lived only with his grandma, because everyone else in the family died. Today, I discovered a little more…
(over breakfast)
RJ: When I was a little kid… I got stabbed.
Dad: Stabbed? You mean before you came to live with us?
RJ: Yeah. When I was living with my grandma… in Malaysia.
Dad: Malaysia? Okay… How did it happen?
RJ: I was playing with a pen and I stabbed my knee. I still have a little sore on my knee from it. See?
Dad: And that’s also why there’s ink all over your knee right now?
RJ: Yeah.
Dad: Strange that I’ve never noticed that before.
RJ: Yeah.
