"Miss! Amr Mostafa* called me shoes!" Fady says breathlessly as he runs to the front of the room.
"He called you what?"
"Shoes."
"Shoes like those things?" I point to his feet.
"Yes." He says after looking down to make sure.
"Is that an insult?"
"What is the meaning of insult?"
"Insult, like donkey is an insult."
"Yes like this."
"Amr Mostafa!"
"Yes miss?" Amr Mostafa runs up to the front.
"Did you call Fady shoes?"
"He hit me!"
I look at Fady. "I hit him because he took my pen!"
I look at Amr. "But he say to me take it."
"Told me to take it. Not say to me."
"Yes."
"Say, 'He told me to take it.'"
"He told me to take it."
"Fady don't hit. Amr don't call people shoes. And bring a pen to school. Use your brains. Go sit." This satisfies them, and they happily hit and kick each other as they go back to their seats.
*Names have been changed for the sake of the children.
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i can't keep up with this fast paced blogging, slow it down, will you?
Well I would just love to come see you! What are you doing in North Cackalacki? And where is this hostel you are in my dearest? I know I have a zillion/three questions, but I just love you to pieces and I need to know! Miss you tons and tons and tons Sara!
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