Remember the guy with the transparent dish-dash? The one with the six scruffy kids who threw dirt at taxi drivers? Thank God, he is not back.
Instead, we have a family from Kuwait with a fairly invisible husband. The kids are darling, and I am sure that there are eight of them in this family, the oldest being about nine years old from what I can tell. I am also pretty sure that their mommy had a baby every year since her marriage, and that she got married VERY YOUNG. I met her last week, and thought she was the teen daughter. She laughed a lilting merry laugh, and said “No, I am their mother”. She is all of about 5’2″, and she looks 13. Her dimples are SO cute.
I don’t know how she does it, I don’t think I could. Her little darlings are always immaculately dressed in clean clothes and the girl’s hair is done perfectly. She waltzes in and out with laundry with a newborn under her arm. The children are very polite, and even when they play in the street they are courteous and careful about cars. The older ones look out for the younger ones. They never go anywhere but their front yard, and considering they must be a bit bored, very well-behaved.
Except that they bark at our dog and make her crazy, which makes me crazy. But, when I ask them to stop bothering her, they go back to playing another game. Maybe we’ll bake them some cookies and go visit soon.
