I'm blaming this one on my friend, Jen. Because she told me that you guys would like it.
My intention was to capture the taxi playing chicken with the cow, but I got a little more than I anticipated. Obviously.
My friends. Their names (roughly translated): "Blacky," "Whitey" and "Whitey's mom."
Blacky's mom was across the street.
And this is what happens when you walk to church during monsoon season.
This. child. is. hilarious.
Everyday he asks me what grade I am in at school and then tells me that he is in grade 100.
Congrats, Sundesh! You are in the highest grade in the world.
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