You know you are your fathers son when...

Your wife comes home to find you with two boxes of assorted nuts bolts and screws and you're not only overjoyed but thoroughly engrossed in sorting them out into nice little piles only to discover you have nowhere to put them.

Ok, it started in that i needed some screws and deep in the bowels of the dependencia (small out building), swarming with mosquitoes--yes the malaria kind, i found long lost box of stuff. Doesn't sound all that exciting until you realize here in Nampula you can go around to 5 different "hardware" stores and still not find the right size screw you are looking for, in fact it may not exist in the country at all! Anyway, i was happy. After a disappointing morning in the village with only two of thirteen showing up for our first class (planting time!) i needed some accomplishment. So i sorted.

What was really funny was that i consciously knew i would make my Dad proud if he could see me for sorting and saving these bits...and then i turned to Cami and said in all seriousness, "Now all i have to do is wait until someone says they need a nut or certain size screw and i can help them out, willn't that be great!?" With a sigh and "yup," Cami said, "now you are your father".

I don't know, doesn't seem like such a bad thing. Love ya Dad.