Dated: 4 Mar 2010
Posted by halalamama
Ismael: What year were you born?
Me: 1970
Ismael: What day?
Me: Whhhhyyyyy??? ::eyeing the computer suspciously::
Ismael: Just nothing. I just ask.
Me: You never just ask… what are you doing.
Ismael: Nothing ::pecking away at the computer:: What grade you teach? Fourth?
Me: For the love of God, what are you dooooing?
Ismael: Sixth? I’ll put sixth.
Me: ISMAEL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
a looong silence.
Ismael: Signing you up to teach in Africa. You get a free ticket.
Me: And malaria.
……
And now a picture of my sleeping child. Hopefully this will distract you from the fact that I have been on a bloggy vacation because work AND blogging? When your work isn’t blogging? Nearly impossible.
Dated: 20 Feb 2010
Posted by halalamama
Me: “What’s happening in Niger?”
Ismael: “…”
Me: “Did they find the president? Who is in charge? The military or the president?”
Ismael: “…”
a few minutes later….
Ismael: “Does your mom eat rabbit?”
What.the.hell?
Dated: 14 Feb 2010
Posted by halalamama
“You didn’t put milk in the eggs.”
Whaaaaa? My husband cooks an African sauce by boiling tomatoes, peas, and chicken in oil. He blew up an egg in the microwave. He has made hotdogs by boiling them in oil. He will grill and eat beef HEART. He pours the hottest pepper and sauce possible over everything I put in front of him and rarely declares my cooking good or bad.
This morning I made him eggs with seasoned salt, garlic powder, black pepper, and feta cheese. I did not, however, put milk in them when I whipped them up. An oversight that I didn’t think made one bit of difference.
How the hell did he know?
Happy Valentine’s Day!
