the HUTTEMANS learning the Indonesian LANGUAGE and CULTURE In addition to my good looks, it appears my poor son has also inherited my athleticism. That being the case, I still entered him into some of the neighborhood contests that were held here in honor of the 64th anniversary of Indonesian independence (you’re right, we were a few weeks early, the actual holiday isn’t until 17 August). Unlike the “coconut shell shoe on a string race”, the “drop a pencil in a bottle game”, the “water bag pinata”, and various other feats of coordination and speed, I assumed that G would at least stand a chance at the “kerupuk eating contest”. Apparently, though, hands free eating is just not one of his strong suits.
We consoled ourselves that none of the other contenders in his weight class got off more than a bite during the 10 minute contest either. In the end, he was cheered by the whole neighborhood and got to eat his kerupuk later anyway. I really think G enjoyed losing just as much winning. So there’s another trait I lent him. I love you son!
Michael
