A few more blocks down Inayah notices a little girl and waves to her. We turn left up the block and the next thing I notice a lady trying to get my attention. She waves her hands around in a universal sign languge to ask me if all six of the children are mine, I nodd my head yes. Next thing she pulls out a magazine. I am steady shaking my head no, no, no and saying, "English, English". All I can make out from her Russian is. "Jehovah Witness". I laugh to myself, thinking, they are even persistant and overbearing Jehovah Witnesses in the Ukraine. She attempts to turn the page of the magazine and starts rambling again. I pat her on her shoulder and smile, shaking my head NO, one more time and then we continue on. This happened to be the mother of the little girl Inayah smiled at.
Isa is home sick and walks the apartment saying, " I want mommies house, I dont like this house, i want to go home, i want to watch movies in my room, I want mommies home." Poor baby, he keeps getting his shoes and jacket thinking we can just walk next door and be home.

We had our usually Friday night dance off, not sure who won but Idreis had some new moves and Ibrahim footwork was one of the evenings highlights. Ishmael put together a thought out routine and Inayah ended her dancing with the splits. I would call it a four way tie.
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