On my trip to Kenya, I developed a friendship with a 3 year old named Gareb. He was the funniest little kid. For one reason or another he took a liking to me and spent all of his waking hours following me around...and punching me below the belt.
While at camp, I was walking off to clean myself up for supper. Gareb walked up to me and said, "where are you going."
Me: I'm going to go conquer France.
Gareb: Can I go?
Me: Its a long walk. You might need to go ask your mother. She's in the other room.
Gareb: If she says yes, can I go?
Me: You'll probably need to pack a sandwhich and bring a jacket.
Gareb: Ok.
I didn't think too much about this conversation. About 30 minutes later, Gareb walks into my room with a hooded sweatshirt and a sandwhich in a zip-lock bag.
Gareb: Are you ready to go conquer France?
Me: Its almost 9pm How about we conquer France in the morning?
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I am glad the Toad is home.
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