To post this!

From Quinn:

We’re leaving that soon?? The 24th?? This month??? AWWWWWW, MOM, I don’t WANT to leave Uganda. It’s my country!

From Naomi:

I’m trying to get my feet used to closed shoes so I will be ready for America. But they sure are uncomfortable. Maybe I’ll just wait till I get there.

From Quinn:

So what’s TV? Is TV different than a movie?? Is it like at the ARA? (american club where we watch cartoon channel in Kampala)

From Quinn:

You mean in America you have to wear shoes ALL THE TIME?? Even in the stores??

From Dad:

Do you know that Cairo has the only McDonalds in upper Africa? And we’re going there in a few weeks.

From Mom:

We’re only going to pack clothes that are decent enough to wear in America; you know clean and without holes or bleach stains . . . . Hmmm . . . . Well, I guess we don’t really have any clothes like that. Oh well, just pack your favorites.

From Quinn:

Mom make sure you bring sombe (pounded cassava leaves) to America with you, since it’s my favorite food.

From Mom:

I’m determined to shave off every pound of packing weight. We don’t need hardly any of this stuff anyway.

From Naomi:

What’s a microwave?

From Mom:

Speak proper English Naomi and Quinn; your Gramma will kill me if she hears you talking like that when we get to America.

From Quinn to a Ugandan friend:

Of course we COULD come back to Uganda. There are two ways we would come back to Uganda: if God told us to or if God said we could pick anywhere we want to go. THEN we would go back to Uganda.

From Annelise:

I know, let’s start a cocoa processing plant in Bundibugyo! We’d provide jobs and avail the world of organic fair trade chocolate all at the same time! I think it’s our destiny.

ojhb