Today (even though I have sooo many things to write about and catch-up on) I’ve decided to write a little bit about the cute kids we’ve seen so far – and about something really special and different I’ve noticed about the kids here in South-East Asia.
It’s probably worth saying that I’m not a kid person. I think random babies are cute, but as soon as they make any type of noise, I am out of the immediate area like a shot. I don’t do toddlers (or they don’t do me, whatever) and any kid older than that takes one look at me and quickly finds somewhere else to be. Only one baby has ever captured my heart, and that would be my baby cousin, Nicholas. Or as I call him, Baby St. Nick.
If you don't think he's the cutest baby ever, then we probably shouldn't talk anymore...
So apart from him, there’s no real attraction to kids for me. Until we reached Malaysia. There is just something about the kids here. Something that kids back in Australia don’t have or don’t exude like the littlies here do. And it’s actually really great.
