First the Sukie and personal news.  All was good.  We both got really good night sleep; Sukie fell asleep about 9pm reading Mr. Popper’s Penguins and she slept the whole night through, so now her plan tonite is to do exactly the same thing. Mr. Popper will be read promptly at 8:30, fall asleep on couch, be carried into bed.  Hope it works.  School was fine.  Yesterday French was awful, “Dad I don’t understand anything, the teacher only talks in French.”  Today: “Dad, you kn0w what my favorite class is?  French.  You know, I think I can already understand it.”  She gave a nice smile to Salimata, and wolfed down an entire plate of fried plantains (alloco).  Played itouch for an hour.  She even said hello to Herve, Halidou and Dounko while we had a meeting at the house.  Banana bread from Sam’s Bakery was a good ice breaker… nothing like serving a bunch of Burkinabe village guys banana bread… they were grabbing for more…. this stuff is good!  Then we walked back over to ISO for hiphop class.  Whining the entire way.  I don’t want to…. why do I have to…. what if i stop right here….  As we enter the school a gaggle four girls overheard, “where’s the hiphop class?”  Her step is no longer dragging.  Now it’s all: “I’m just going to watch.”  We get there.  Fifteen girls, three boys.  Three kids from her class.  The teacher- a young Burkinabe man with a shy smile, knows no English.  I tell him Sukie is going to watch.  “C’est bon.”  When they start up everyone gets in a circle holding hands…. he glances over at Sukie, holds out his hand…. “You, yes?”  What a great teacher… he instinctively knew just how to do it.   And boy can the guy dance.  He just starts teaching them steps to a little routine.  By the end of the hour they’ve all learned the steps, and Sukie very happy.  Ah, Ouaga!

I guess I’ll write about work over at the FAVL blog.