Sorting it out

Maria has a post that she started over a week ago. I just finished a post that I started two days ago. And, our schedules are going to become more intense. There's a bunch of observations that we just don't have the time in a day to reflect on in writing for you guys.

That said, we apologize for the griping nature of the blog for the past few entries, but from our standpoint now, having withdrawn into a hellacious workload, things look like they are going to be pretty sweet.

There is a boy here, Boaz who is very sharp, curious, athletic, and a general pain in the butt (with periods of serious maturity.) He loves to talk about animals. And, no matter the animal, the conversation is always (roughly) like this:

Boaz: What if it bites me? Is it dangerous to people? What if two of them are around? Will it eat me? What if I throw a rock at it? Can it hurt someone bigger than me? What if I hit it with a stick? What if I run away? I don't like that.

Hyenas, sharks, and snakes have all been dissected many of times in this "sizing up" of their relative strengths. It is funny in that he relates to the world in a "can I take it in a fight" sort of mentality. I also enjoy the fact that his distances to try to anger the beasts are measured in rock throws and stick lengths.