Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Zurie Means Adorable
I have been home for over a week now, and was starting to forget why I thought it'd be fine to move back for the following semester. Then I was put on bedtime duty.
I helped my two younger brothers, ages four and five, to brush their teeth, get into their new pajamas, get out of their new pajamas, turn said pajamas right-side out, and replace the pajamas back onto each child, respectively. Then we read my new Christmas book from my friend Jackie Johnson, "Have You Been Naughty or Nice?" followed by a reading to ME by them of "Jen the Hen." When I left they couldn't read. Super cute. To top it off, I said goodnight to them both, and as I tucked Ammon, the four year-old, in, he turned over and said, "Nate?" "Yes, Ammon?" "You'we zuwie. That means Adowable."
I told my mother who affirmed that it did indeed mean adorable in African. The baby elephant at the zoo is named Zurie. Now I can't remember why I'd despised living here. Except for the restriction of my free living and social life, but hey, I'm Zuwie.
I helped my two younger brothers, ages four and five, to brush their teeth, get into their new pajamas, get out of their new pajamas, turn said pajamas right-side out, and replace the pajamas back onto each child, respectively. Then we read my new Christmas book from my friend Jackie Johnson, "Have You Been Naughty or Nice?" followed by a reading to ME by them of "Jen the Hen." When I left they couldn't read. Super cute. To top it off, I said goodnight to them both, and as I tucked Ammon, the four year-old, in, he turned over and said, "Nate?" "Yes, Ammon?" "You'we zuwie. That means Adowable."
I told my mother who affirmed that it did indeed mean adorable in African. The baby elephant at the zoo is named Zurie. Now I can't remember why I'd despised living here. Except for the restriction of my free living and social life, but hey, I'm Zuwie.
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