Yesterday, along with our furniture, we picked up Darkhuu’s great nephew Delgermuron. “Muron” is seven and going into the second grade, and he is one of the most inquisitive little kids we have ever met. He loves animals and the minute he got out of the car he had become best friends with Santiago and a very gentle admirer of Nigel.
For the next 48 hours Muron basically lived with us showing up in the morning while we were still in our pajamas and only leaving in the evening when we gave him the boot. Unlike many of my past English students he picked up “Come on”, “No”, and “Sit” in about a nano second and took it upon himself to be in charge of Santi’s walks and playtimes.
When Muron was not playing with the dog, he was pestering Brian with hundreds of questions such as “Do you think that crack was there a long time or did the earthquake do it?” (While passing an old building in town). Brian convinced him that we don’t know English, and when he doesn’t understand us that we are speaking “Special Mongolian” which he would not learn until he went to college. He also told Muron that he had “Super eyes” that can see everything including things going on in the next town.
Perhaps the best part of Muron’s visit was that he started going around town and, all on his own accord, started telling people that I was his mom. This caused no end of hilarity especially when people pointed out that his father must have been Mongolian and what did Brian think of it all? It was great having him around and based on his love of Santi I think we will be seeing lots of him on the weekends.