Sean took this picture of these adorable puppies the other day. They are somebody's pets. That's right...this is what I tell myself so I can sleep at night. The other day at language school, one of my classmates was sharing a story about seeing a dog get run over by a guy on a motorcycle. He was telling the story (in his limited Indonesian) to one of the sweetest little Indonesian gals that I've met. She's kind and thoughtful and polite and a good teacher. As the story went on, Ibu Tasya was smiling and nodding. We were all waiting for her to exclaim, "Oh, the poor puppy! Was he okay?!" But guess what she said? "Oh, I LOVE dog meat! It's my favorite. I don't like the small dogs, but the big dogs are so tasty!" We all sat there speechless, waiting for her to laugh and say, "Just kidding!" She did not. We went on with class as if she'd just proclaimed that she really enjoys eating a good salmon fillet when she can get one....
I hear you on the Spanish! I remember being at that point when in language school... I could not think up a sentence in Spanish to save my life! Don't worry... once you are out of the language-learning mode, your brain will sort everything out again, and you'll be tri-lingual :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd... I am at the same point with my two-going-on-three-year-old. Pushing all the boundaries, attitude up to *here*, etc, etc. I guess we just have to keep being the parents, no matter how hard it is, huh?! :-)
Oh my goodness does this sound familiar. I am constantly shocked by Gabriel, he is nothing like Ilon! We bought the potty. Than it sat for weeks and weeks. Then tonight he went!!! Yay hooray!!!
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