However, last night was our school's annual international night, and I was reminded that there are some things that are more valuable than being able to drop the wee ones at my parents and take my husband to Cafe Rio. Our elementary school is pretty diverse and once a year they have a sort of carnival to showcase the different cultures and countries that make up Mosby Woods. They do dances, sing songs bring food to sample and have a fashion show. It is priceless.
Here are some girls singing a Swahili song. I was pretty bummed that I didn't hear any clicking in their words-- that's Swahili right? Notice the Obama print dresses.
This year the place looked more like Little India than anything. Here are a bunch of kids doing the Jai Ho dance that they do at the end of Slumdog Millionaire.
And a picture of my neighbors Shivani and Vikram. How cute are they? Vikram used to be in Shea's preschool carpool. One day I wanted to kids to stay for lunch bunch but wasn't sure how to tell the non-English speaking Bengali nanny so I just made him a pb&j for him. The next day his mom asked me for a recipe because Vikram said he'd just had the best American sandwich in the world. I said I'd be happy to supply weekly pb&j's in exchange for weekly samosas and butter chicken. Best trade ever.
And here is a picture of one of the two fashion shows the school put on. There were too many kids and too many countries for just one show. There were kids from New Zealand (came out doing the Kamate Haka of course-- moron) India, Nepal, China, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Lebanon, Russia, Scotland, France, Arytria, Somalia, and Tanzania. My kids beg to be in the fashion show every year so they go as pioneers, it's either that or a Euromutt.
After International Night I've had a change of heart. Living here: if a harmless crackhead is the price I have to pay for being able to do a high and mighty citizen of the world Brangelina style blog post. Then that's ok with me.