The kids showing me a red, swollen sting on Joom's face and telling me, "Bee boxing. Joom and Bee boxing."
The baby bath time production line, where they are back in the nursery in under five minutes: tooth brushing, diaper and clothing removal, bath, powder, diaper, and re-dressed again by six different people.
Watching one little guy piggyback himself on the backs of the other crawling babies because he couldn't be bothered to walk on his own.
"Boy" and "Joe" in our English class drawing skeletons instead of stick figures for all of the new words we taught them: "Run", "Dance", and "Jump".
The sign language phrase for "BG": a "B", plus a symbol for a very pointed nose.
Learning that elastic pants keep cloth diapers from falling down, but not from leaking.
Learning that pinning all three corners of said cloth diapers is very important, but not as important as not pinning the baby too.
Sticky rice and mango. Mango smoothies. Mango milkshakes. Mango.
Jackfruit. Just -- jackfruit.
Re-learing how to play Tic-Tac-Toe, make paper dolls, and fold endless paper cranes.
The look of wonderment on 30 little faces when the bubble solution comes out.
Taking Auntie and Mr. Lee ("The Old People") for walks in the morning.
Cappucino cocktails at the Cocktail bus.
Condo's bike getting run over by the pickup truck.
The transsexual cabaret show.
Garfield and Poon learning to walk.
Realizing that BG actually cannot blow soap bubbles.
Leslie's story that her 94-year-old mother asked for a six-pack of Heineken and a box of straws because, "You get a better buzz if you drink beer through a straw."
Andrew and Mike getting into religious and philosophical arguments over lunch.
All of our wonderful fellow volunteers, the nannies, the teachers, and our wonderful, wonderful friends. Never in my life have I been surrounded by so much kindness and love.
1 comment:
Those sound like good memories. :)
xoxo
Bri
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