Hannah has had a temperature for about a week, and her tooth still hasn’t surfaced. Yesterday morning it was high enough to make her a lethargic lump (after some paracetamol she smiled again). But I am very happy to report that last night she slept through, and we all got a good night’s rest. Meanwhile she is such a little girl. She spent quite some time blowing kisses at a group of young men on motorbikes and then moments later wouldn’t say goodbye to the Bishop’s wife. We are also quite amazed to hear some Kinyarwanda coming out of her mouth. “Bitte,” she greets people.
Will is at a delightful stage where he unintentionally provides great comic relief…
Will and I were cooking in the kitchen. Me, “We’ll have to go back to our room to get some matches.” Will, “We’ll need a truck.” Me, “Why do we need a truck?” Will, “A matches is on a bed. They’re big and heavy.”
Will had just done number twos on the toilet, and I was helping him afterwards. “Mamma,” he said quite innocently, “my bottom was talking French!”
Today, Tim is off to the hospital. Hopefully, the kids and I will visit some Nursery Schools (Kindergartens). Will is quite excited. We are also beginning more formal study with a language helper this afternoon.
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