This may be humorous only to those who have lived here, but here's a little background info for those of you living vicariously through us--you know who you are, don't deny it, you have secretly always dreamed of living in Ukraine! Every type of document is stored in a plastic sleeve. A P.E. teacher has even said she gets, "Please excuse Sasha" notes in a sleeve.(Sasha is the common Ukrainian name here for boys or girls equivalent to how we always say Johnny or Sally.)
We were at the American Medical Clinic (which I'm so thankful for the AMC) waiting in the lobby when Rawly filled his drawers. We had come directly from school, so didn't have a change of clothes and wanted to get him into a new diaper pronto so that he wouldn't be messy. Since there aren't really changing tables anywhere, we've grown accustomed to the quick change on our laps...so without thinking, we stripped him down. Unfortunately, his diaper had been folded when he had been changed last, so as we held him up, out came the poo--all over everywhere! About that time, the doctor came out to get us. So I had poop all over my coat and pants and Ken was holding a half naked baby. Shocked, the doctor suggested that we change him in the room where it was warmer. Oh silly parents.
Anyway, the doctor began his examination--Rawly needed his clothes off for that anyway, right? Once the appointment was finished, we put Rawls into his jacket suit (kind of like super thick pajamas) we were trying to figure out what to do with his soiled clothing when the doctor suggested a plastic sleeve. To which he said, "Why not?" Also probably more funny to us because this is a very common phrase that almost every English-speaking Ukrainian uses. So out we went to catch a taxi, soiled clothes wrapped in a plastic sleeve and tucked away.
It took me a lot of scrubbing and washing my pants three times before I was able to get the stain out of my black dress pants--weird.
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