In Hong Kong the adults come in all sizes, shapes, and varying degrees of beauty.
The kids on the other hand only come in one variety: unbelievably, adorably cute.
We have yet to see a kid who is anything but squeezable. The girls and I are forever elbowing each other on the train to point out yet another three year old with pigtails, in a pink cardigan wearing a pint-size Hello Kitty back pack.
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