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My Crowning Achievement in Peace Corps

So if you are at all curious as to what I've been doing in my village, above is a little video of all that I've done.  I'd have to say that this is my crowning achievement.  These are some of my favorite kids, and I actually I taught them to say "I have a snotty nose." Most of the time, though, it comes out sounding like, "I have a nasty nose" ...either way they do, and it works. Enjoy!

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  1. I thought they were singing, "I love you" or "I love you, Anna."
    I think I like my version better!
    Mom

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