A poem by Thomas

The assignment was to write a poem about fireworks. They provided a list of helping words like "sparkle" and "whoosh" but Thomas refused to use any of them. (The first words of the first three lines were given . . . Fireworks . . . rocket . . . Bangers)

Fireworks are like the sun on gunpowder.
Rockets exploding in the night sky.
Bangers snapping like bombs.
Fireballs krashing
Curtains of fire smashing into 10000
Bells of explosion ringing.


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The Dark Cave of Despair

Update: sorry, didn't mean to alarm anyone. The dark cave was a blanket fort Thomas and Emmett built in their room. The inspiration was the "Halloween" Party at MBIS on Nov. 6th. Specifically a very slightly haunted corridor. Also, scooby doo which they watch every day in return for thomas writing two sentences of plot summary in the middle and end. Here's Emmett at the party dressed as batman.




Thomas was a ghost. But Thomas went with a friend and by the time I saw him he was wearing his sheet as a kind of skirt tied around his waist.

Also in the dress-up category, these are from a birthday party last weekend. Generally Egyptians, and many expats, are pretty rigid about gender expectations here. For example, at the toy stores the girls section is almost entirely dolls, toy vacuum cleaners and ovens. Anyway, at the party, Emmett wanted to wear the fairy wings provided for the girls.




So I let him. One of the birthday girls saw it and started to cry. Emmett then urged his friend Johan, who is half-egyptian, also to try the wings and the fairy wand. Johan's dad kept pretending not to hear Johan asking for help opening the sparkly package.  So I stepped in and helped. They had a great time.








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Location:Thomas and Emmett's room

White Desert Camping

3 families, 7 kids, 2 deserts.

 First the black desert:

Emmett did everything this little girl, Sophie, told him to do.

Then we went to the white desert.  Which has whiter sand than the black desert.

And also some solid white rock formations.  One of the other fathers brought up the biblical story of Lot's wife looking back at Gomorrah and being turned into a pillar of salt.  These pillars weren't actually salt, but I could see where this legend might have come from-

The best part by far was just sitting around drinking wine while the kids ran around and did whatever they wanted. 

 

Some people don't need to drive eight hours to a remote desert in North Africa for this to happen, but that seems to be what it takes for us.

Here we see Alex and Thomas who got up before their parents were even awake to go sandboarding on the dunes.  

Here they return to camp in the dawn's early light for breakfast.

It was like having teenagers.

Then we got home to watery pictures of Hurricane Sandy in NYC.

I guess everyone reading this is by definition ok, but we're thinking of you.

Mohammed the driver earnestly suggested that my family should come to Cairo for a few weeks while New York recovers from the storm.  He doesn't know New York, but come anyway!      

dress up

Today was "Victorian Day" at the British School.  All the kids in Thomas' class were invited to come dressed in typical Victorian clothing.

They have been learning about how children in Victorian times worked as chimney sweeps and in factories, and could be caned when they were bad.

I can't really imagine why the British system thinks its important for first graders to know this kind of thing.  Maybe it is just hearkening back to a time of Empire-- I think Great Britain pretty much ran the show during the Victorian era?

In that case, it would be like how Egyptian children spend all their time learning about the Prophet and the Arab conquest in the 6th, 7th, 8th century. 

Meanwhile, Emmett is celebrating American super-heroes, as he should.