Monday, April 25, 2011
Every once in awhile I am freshly reminded that we are not in Kansas anymore, Toto.
Here's a little story that made me realize again how different cultures see things differently.
We interact with our neighbors daily as we come and go from our house. It all seems fairly normal with a lot of smiling at each other and saying hi and sometimes we try out our Tagalog with them.
Our helper, Rona, loves the baby and likes to take her out in front of our house sometimes in the evenings. But recently Rona told me that the neighbors had been asking her questions about the baby.
Apparently there had been some discussion on the matter and finally the neighbors asked Rona in all seriousness if our baby ever cries. After all she looks just like a doll, they said.