kuching kids r kute

so i have three stories to illustrate the extreme adorability (is that even a word? i think not) of malaysian children. kids in KL are also cute, i'm sure, but we have had some very sweet experiences with the kids here.

#1: at the KL airport, we were in the waiting room, sitting next to the glass wall next to the people mover. a little boy (about 6, i'd say) came over and just started smiling this big toothy grin at me through the window. then he gets on the people mover and starts walking forward, next to me, as the thing is moving backward. eventually his family came in to the room, and they all sat near us, grinning madly, until the father took the youngest son and pushed him toward us. the little boy fell back on dad, and they repeated it over and over. on the plane, toothy grin boy kept turning around and smiling at me, the whole time. cute!

#2. today, at the islamic museum, right before tim and i went in, a huge school group came busting through. the kids were all between about 8-12, and they were cra-zee. they came flying into the room and literally went crashing against the walls. about half of the girls had head scarves, which i would imagine would make them more reserved and quiet. um, no. (preconceptions about islam have been thrown out the window on this trip, but that's for the next blog.) the boys were completely insane, and just went crashing all over, bumping into things and laughing riotously. about half the kids seemed terrified of us, and the other half would say hello shyly, and then giggle like fiends. they were VERY cute, but miss bachrach would be horrified if her kids acted like that. tim found it quite refreshing to see that kids everywhere are the same, however. on our way out, we passed them sitting outside in the park, eating lunch. a bunch of girls called out to us, and then cracked up. i'm telling you, these kids are seriously adorable.

#3. GET READY FOR GREATNESS. yesterday, at the kuching airport, tim and i were waiting behind 3 women, a baby and a little boy (about 3 or 4 yrs old) to go through customs. the little boy was hanging like a monkey off the metal handrail, and we smiled at him. he stopped what he was doing and looked at us suspiciously. we kept smiling (like fools, i suspect) and suddenly, he roared like a lion. the women he was with all jumped, but we just smiled some more. i would guess that it was at this point he decided we were okay, and he went over to the baby carriage, pointing inside and repeating 'adam'. his mother smiled at us and told us he had a baby brother adam, and she turned the carriage so we could see him. once we saw the baby, the little boy came over, quite seriously, and put out his hand. i put out my hand, thinking he was going to shake hands, and instead, he KISSED IT! it was, without question, the cutest friggin thing i have ever seen in my entire life. he then went on to tim, and, just as seriously, shook his hand. at this point, the women he was with were cracking up, but i was about ready to knock them over and take him home. HOW CUTE?!