More time with the kids

I’ve had several chances to hangout with “my kids.” The other day I spent an hour or so with them writing their names in English on little pieces of paper for them to take home. Rafudi (one of Elmo’s older brothers) tried to get me to stay for the whole afternoon. He seems to think that I leave the wire on my own accord and can stay as long as I like. He told me that he would stay and play as long as I did. I told him to get a bed ready at his house and that I’d come over for dinner to meet his parents and stay the night. It was obvious that he didn’t think that was a good idea. It’s one thing to hang out with soldiers in the middle of a barren field, but quite another to let your friends and neighbors see you bring one to your home. I imagine we’d both be in some trouble if I wondered into his village. While he’d get some stern looks and maybe a belt across the rear, the trouble I’d find would most likely be the kind you don’t recuperate from.