So, we LOVED seeing our fellow Cambodia-teamers at church Sunday morning just a few hours after they got home. After the service, Gabe and Doug and I (July teamers) were chatting with Sean and Spencer (June teamers) about their trip. Sean, a broad & tall guy, told Gabe, a broad & tall guy, to “watch out, because they called me elephant. They’ll probably call you that too.”
Turns out the kids at the orphanage gave quite a few of the guys (maybe the gals too?) animal names. Matt was “baboon.” Shay was “chicken.” I asked Spencer what they called him. “Pig,” he said with a smirk.
Sean said they tried to “get the kids back” by calling them animals too, but they didn’t know what half of the animals were.
I’m a little nervous to be christened as an animal. I mean, let’s be real, there are certain animals you just don’t want to be. Gorilla. Hippo. Warthog.
I would love to be called a giraffe, of course, but there’s no guarantee they even know what a giraffe is. I’m pretty sure none of them have ever seen one (can you imagine?? what I wouldn’t give to take them all to feed giraffes!). I know! I’ll take my 6-inch rubber giraffe to show them!
And the girls and I bought 12 packages (288 total) of Sillybandz today to hand out to the kiddos. Maybe there’ll be some animals in there somewhere.
So, anyone out there brave enough to admit that they resemble a certain animal?