The Magical World of Abu Dhabi

Before we left Shanghai, Magnus learned how to say "Abu Dhabi", or rather, a close approximation which sounds more like "Dabu Dab! Dabu dabu dabu dabu dyaaaaadeee".  He sometimes likes to throw in a "Daddy" in the mix because he knows that his Daddy is somewhere in a place called Abu Dhabi.

The day Magnus and I left Shanghai, we spent a lot of time watching airplanes at Pudong International.  He loved watching the planes taxi-ing toward the gates, flight crews scurrying around in their modified vehicles, and fairly frequently, a plane taking off.   "Look Magnus!  See the airplane?  The big big airplane?  Where is the airplane going?" I would ask each time.  "Dabu dabu dabu!" he would shout.  I was so tickled by his response that I would encourage him: "Yes that's right, Abu Dhabi!"

Now that we've been in Vancouver for a few weeks, Magnus has decided that many things go to Abu Dhabi, not just airplanes.  The garbage truck for example.  The construction workers.  Po-po.  The cuteness really does not wear off.  Here he is standing outside the apartment telling me that the plane overhead is going to Abu Dhabi:

It then occurred to me that I should probably explain that not everything goes to Abu Dhabi.  Abu Dhabi is perhaps becoming Magnus' Santa Claus, and he might be disappointed when he arrives that it is not the fantastic swirling vortex he envisioned.

On the other hand, we may never even set foot in Abu Dhabi, since Kendrick just signed a tenancy agreement for an apartment in Dubai.  Should the myth continue?  Hmmm….