Me: So are you OK with going to Vietnam* next year?
SH: You're the one who has a problem with supporting a communist regime.**
I think what swayed SH was seeing the photos of the food in the Vietnamese guidebook I got at the library. Here he picks out fish for our lunch in Morocco. In that town I can't remember how to spell and am too lazy to google.
Me: It's not like Cuba. It's not illegal to go there. They're allowed to have their own businesses. Stupid college students don't wear t-shirts idolizing a Vietnamese murderer. [OK. I didn't say that last part. But I had to editorialize because honestly, what is it with the Che t-shirts? Are their Hitler t-shirts dirty?]
SH: But. Don't we have to get shots?
Me: That's it? That's the reason you don't want to go? You don't want to get shots?
Me: I cannot believe you are such a big baby.
* We have a bunch of FF miles to use and my friend Dean from the Peace Corps works for the World Bank in Hanoi. Perfect opportunity, right?
** Not that SH supports communism either, but I am the big anti-Fidel voice in the house. Although as soon as SH had the facts about Cuba and Che and Fidel, he was appalled and on the Side of Right.