Don't you wish your kid had a mullet?

So, on Tuesdays we teach English at a school we don't know the name of, but we call it the Mullet School because there's a tiny preschooler kid with an awesome mullet and he wears a chain with a dog tag on it and leaves his shirt half unbuttoned. Picture of mullet kid coming soon.

We teach 1st graders for an hour...taught them how to ask each others' names, colors, and head shoulders knees and toes. It was fun, got us out of our comfort zones. We're not always the most animated people, but we discovered the more like a fool you look and act, the more affective the teaching is. The sixth graders we taught next already knew a lot of English so we had to improvise a little more and played hangman with animal names and sports and stuff. Not knowing Thai makes things really difficult, but with a lot of actions and drawing on the board, we eventually got our points across.

We had a break for a while, so we sat outside reading until a few kids nearby yelled hello and asked our names. They love learning English. Five kids turned into ten kids, which multiplied after a couple hours into 40 kids pulling us in all different directions to play games, girls holding our hands, and the boys pulled Holly into their basketball game twice. She has lovely blisters to show it because she played barefoot in the 100 degree weather and forgot how sizzling hot the cement would be. So she's been walking on the outsides of her feet for the last few days.

This little girl loved wearing Holly's sunglasses. Didn't want to give them back.

And here's the delayed documentation of Holly's historic ostrich ride. Still the strangest thing we've ever done.