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From Abroad

On the upside of things, I have enjoyed being with my sister and cousin.

It’s scary what you start thinking is funny after hanging around a 7-year-old for an extended period of time. Yesterday Elizabeth was reading a book on Abraham Lincoln and Sarah asked her what the book was about. Her reply: “It’s about Abraham Lincoln. He like fought during the civil war and stuff.” But my sister thought she said, “It’s about Abraham Lincoln who farted during the civil war and stuff.”

For some unknown reason when we pictured Abraham Lincoln farting in the “civil war and stuff” it was hilarious. All three of us were hysterical. I’m not sure what has gotten into us.

Another inside joke with Elizabeth is that she brought an “emergency cat babysitting string” with her to England. I’m not kidding. It’s a 6 foot piece of yarn that would be used to leash a cat in just in case she needs to babysit one. It’s quite responsible actually. But since she hasn’t been called into duty yet here in Cambridge, she has to use the string for other purposes like holding the gift wrap up while she cuts it or trying to pick up flowers. But yesterday she asked me to tie a knot on one end of the rope so that it looks similar to a lasso with a loop on one end. Then she held one end of the string and threw the loop out of my sisters dorm window. When I asked her why she asked me to tie the knot, she nonchalantly responded, “Because I want to be a fisher of men.”

After I settled down from the roars of laughter I tried to explain to her that I don’t think that literally fishing for men outside of a college dorm window is what your Sunday School class teacher meant.