Alex JeromeOver at the girls' house, the older girls and I got into a discussion about what makes you a man and what makes you a woman. We were having a very nice give and take, with everyone sharing their thoughts and everyone laughing a lot. Then Jean Claude, the new "manager" joined in. He is a teacher by training, so what had been a conversation turned into a lecture about hormones and secondary sex characteristics. Mesi, prof!
I joined the younger girls upstairs and they started to scold me because I don't generally bring nice sandals for church when I come to Haiti. I have told them many times that a) God cares more about my heart than my feet, b) I am terrified that I will fall down the seminary hill if I walk it in heels, and c) I have limited suitcase space, so I can either bring nice shoes or I can bring gifts for them - their choice. They just wave my arguments aside and loan me nice sandals for special events like my birthday party last year and Christmas dinner.
Jessica started pulling the girls' new Christmas shoes from under the beds and making me try them all on. Pretty soon, all the girls were gathered, watching the "Keziah's feet modeling show".
Sandals were not enough. They started to take out skirts too and made me and Christine try them all on. I told them that from now on, I'm not bringing any of my own clothes. I'll just join in the Saturday night rush to choose a nice church outfit from the clothing barrel.