Well, it's been almost a week since the original children fiasco/break-in, and several days since the boy hit me in front of his placid mother (who was giving me Omani treats to eat).
Of course this means that I have her plates. As per cultural rules in most societies, it's about time that I return the dishes with something sweet as well.
Helwiyat Amrikiya? Chocolate Chip Cookies? Banana bread? We'll see. I still feel weird engaging with them, but I don't see much choice. Do you? I want to be friendly, I really do, but the continuing inappropriate behavior of her posse of children leaves me unenthusiastic.
So I really have no choice though, seeing as I am indeed invading their neighborhood?
I guess I'm making cookies tonight...
3 comments:
Claire,
Great blog.
What about buying a water pistol and shooting the little bastards?
They are obviously just fascinated with the local white folks.
These posts about the children raise the question: Is Mr. Dad out of the picture?
-Omani in US
Dear U.D.
I have considered it....maybe a fire hose??
and Omani in the US
Interesting that you ask that, and I actually have never seen the Dad, nor has my husband.. Hm..
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