On our way back across the world we stopped overnight in Panama City and stayed in the "corporate apartment" (owned by the company and used by many different employees passing through the city). I tell you this to explain how Rivka happened to be leafing through a Maxim magazine.
"Where are her clothes, Mommy?" she asks me with a very concerned look on her face.
After realizing what she found (YIKES!) I try not to get too excited for fear of generating even MORE interest. "Oh my goodness, it looks like that girl forgot to get dressed this morning."
"Ohhhhh, like the naked mermaid." [You see, we've had this problem before. A hotel down the street from us that we walk by daily has a statue and sign of a bare-chested (and well-endowed) mermaid. Rivka always says 'That mermaid needs to find some seashells like Ariel.']
"Yep. Look, honey, these people are sailing!" I say a little too excitedly as I slyly swap the magazine she's holding.
Another Rivka Moment:
We were waiting for our lunch on a table over the water. The kids were getting restless; Bocas restaurants are as slow as snails. Hosanna started leaning precariously over the water when Rivka grabbed her arm.
"Hosanna! Don't do that! You will drain in the water!"
"You mean 'drown' in the water"
"No." This is where I get the 'you are so stupid' look. "She will drain in the water. Drain. I said it right."
"Well, what does that mean?"
"She will fall to the bottom and drain into the little holes in the sand and be gone."
"Oh." What do you say to that?
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