Painting the Village Red

A few of the usual village children came over today, and at first they were rapidly speaking Khmer and pointing.  All I ould understand was the word, "clothes."  At their insistence, I went outside to investigate and saw my rack with clothes drying in the sun had fallen over.  After fixing it, we went inside. 

In preparation for Mea-Lea's wedding, I painted my nails and toenails fire engine red and applied a couple flower stickers as an added touch.  The girls immediately noticed that I had French braided my hair and had new nail polish.  They indicated they wanted their nails painted too.  I showed them my assortment of colors and stickers, but they both chose the exact same color and stickers as me.