This morning, we visited a church in the village of
Kononfla, about 30 minutes from our home in Yamoussoukro. The worship was
dynamic and the kids worshipped alongside the adults during the praise time. Then,
the kids went outside for Sunday School.
While the other kids sat under a tree outside the church
building and learned all about King David, my kid was playing cow dung slip ‘n
slide. A small herd of cows were going down the road by the church, and Moore
pointed and yelled, “Cows!” as they went by. Well, to be a little more accurate,
my one-and-a-half-year-old refuses to say anything just once. So it went more
like this: “Cows. Cows. Vaches! Cows. Cows. Cows. Vaches. Cows!”
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| A little chicken calling after the cow dung slip 'n slide |
After the herd
passed behind some bushes and he couldn’t see them anymore, he wiggled out of
my grasp, running to the road to watch them as they disappeared out of sight.
Turning around, he ran down the other way and when I followed him to get him to
come back and join the others for the Sunday School lesson -- SPLAT! He fell straight into a cow
patty. Thankfully, one of the Sunday School workers saw us and brought over
some water to clean off his hand, which was covered in cow dung, half an inch
thick. I stood up after having cleaned his hands, and then
Moore stumbled backwards
– this time landing with his bottom in another cow patty a few feet away!
Welp, I guess it was good I put an extra pair of clothes in
his bag before we left. I was thinking I should just in case he had an
accident. I hadn’t imagined the “accident” might be the result of cow dung slip
‘n slide.
After he got cleaned up and the service ended, Bobby joined
us outside and Moore was pretty enamored by the chickens. He’s pictured here,
squatting and calling some chickens.
