Kids are kids are kids are kids

I've been compiling the funny things I see kids do here as proof of the above.

Playing house - my neighbors play make believe with tea cups and laundry on the line.

Treating your younger sibling like a dog (this one was inspired by my Uncle Rick. Having all older, female siblings comes with certain dangers.) I've seen a girl playing fetch with her younger sister. Literally throwing a stick for her to bring back, as amusement.

Hopscotch and jump rope are just as popular here. When desperate I've seen a girl use a banana tree leaf as the jump rope.

Kids cry. They hate getting bathed. They are shy. They are loud.

Tabitha's little girl went from not speaking a word to having a huge vocabulary in the six months I've known her. I swear she said a full sentence to me the other day. Impressive for somebody pushing two.

It's been lovely to see kids being just what you would expect them to be, regardless of culture.