Tom and Jeddy

This morning Kyndal and I went to our Learning Center to have homeschool. We left at 11:00 so that we could do our daily shopping before delivering lunch to Braden at 11:45. So, we went into our favorite shop. You can't even imagine this place. It's like the Dollar Store on steroids. Every aisle is jam-packed with stuff, from spaghetti sauce and noodles to flip flops and underwear (yes, on the SAME aisle)! Another bonus with this store is that a little guy greets you at the door, then follows you around to carry anything you might pick up. So this guy, with whom we have become friends, was following Kyndal and me around the perimeter of the store as we shopped when I saw this quick and tiny ball with a tail dart across the aisle, right in front of me! I gave a little gasp as I realized it was a mouse, then laughed and pointed him out as he darted back across. Our friend laughed and said, in very broken English, “Name, Dhathaa, name,” (Dhathaa is “sister” in the native language, and most women are referred to in this way). Naturally, with my notable common sense and quick communication skills, I assumed he wanted me to give the mouse a name, so I said, “Let's call him Jerry!” He gave a big smile and repeated, “Jeddy, Jeddy.” Then, he gave me the same kind of information he assumed I had just given him. He said (and I quote): “This country, name is Midaa.” Oh, ok. . . .NOW I get it. This guy didn't want me to give the mouse his own name. He just wanted to know what to call it in English! Yeah, we're working hard to make the Americans look smart, rest assured!