There is nothing like a small African child demanding that you drink the rest of their juice bag. The one their hands and mouth have been ALL up on. I politely declined for a solid two minutes before a few other children joined in. "DRINK IT ALL!" "But I have my own water. Look my bottle is full." ""Drink it, it's good," "I really like water…." Eventually giving in seemed to be my only option. As she handed me the little baggy of juice I had an epiphany, I can rip a new hole in the little bag. As I began to do so the little girt snatched it back and 'helped' me. I said a very quick prayer as my lips touched the placticand before I could even taste the juice little snacks were being thrusted into my hand. "Eat them, my mom made them!!!" They looked like dog food, I was hesitant. "I have to save room for dinner though." "EAT THEM!" I accepted my fate and chowed down. Unfortunately the looks of them were not very decieving and they tasted much like dog food. Luckily enough for me I always wear spandex shorts underneath my skirts because I haven't quite adjusted to being a lady quite yet. When the children looked away I sneakily stashed the little snacks in my pants. Clever right?
Hours later I was still finding bread snacks in my pants…. TIA.
