Oh, to be a missionary kid

I'm in Thailand, in case you didn't know.

My brother just beat me a lot at boggle and now he's watching me type this. He finds it extremely fascinating. He also finds my hair extremely fascinating when I put it up in a messy, curly bun. Or two of them. It's rather odd to have your little (17) year old brother stare at the back of your head going,"It's so intricate." and then continuing to stare and poke it.

Or to have him chuckle to himself as you write the blog entry that is about him, then to have him stop chuckling when he reads my comments on it, then become very self-concious and not know whether to laugh because I said he wasn't or not to because I said he was.

He would also like to inform "them" by which, I assume, he means the readers of this blog entry, that he has a cough.Then he proclaims to himself "I am so cute" and then cackles, but by now the chuckles are becoming guffaws and I'm starting to giggle a little myself. Besides, now he's performing for all of you. So I'll stop that now.

At the dinner Jaimie was talking about how few Americans there were in her international VBS. Mom disagreed--"What about those two little--"Jaimie cut her off. "Oh, no mom. Shana and Mari are Chineelians."