I forget about accents...
I was a teacher's aid in a kindergarten one year. I'm from a desperately white area, but every now and again people from other lands arrive to feel out of place. In our class there was one boy from Japan. His English was fine and I barely would have known that it wasn't his first language except for the fact that his parents barely spoke anything but Japanese.

So.

The kids' assignment was to trace their hands, then stitch around them and make a gorgeous keepsake for their parents to feel too duty-bound to never throw away. And underneath the hands, the child's own quote about what they do with their hands (you think you know where this is going... you're wrong.)

I draw with my hands, I eat with my hands, I wave with my hands...

I got to little Shou and asked him what he does with his hands. He piped up, "I pray with my hands!"

Now, this is a conservative school in a very keep-your-faith-away-from-my-tax-dollars kind of way and I didn't want any reprecussions, so I gently helped him change his mind: "I don't think you need your hands to pray, just your head and heart." Aww.

But his pained little face showed he wasn't ready to leave it. "No!" he insisted, "I pray!" And he took his little hands and mimed sqeezing and patting. "I pray with cray!"

He plays with clay.
Bless his sweet little sushi soul.
( salamander, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 18:44, 1 reply)

hahaha :D

( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 19:53, closed)