Dried street food video
While all these thoughts float through my head overwhelming all my senses, and my brain trying to label each mystery item, I feel a tug on my arm, it's dude.
"Mommy?", he whispers.
"Yes, dude?" I lean in to hear him a little better.
"Why are they selling doo-doo?"
"Yes over there." He points.
See, look...the "sophisticated traveler" in me wants to have a talk with him about cultural sensitivity and how its always inappropriate to call someones food doo-doo, the curious confused foreigner in me wants to bust out laughing because he's pretty much right. Whatever that is, does indeed look like doo-doo. I chose to take a middle ground in approaching the question he has now repeated, thankfully whispering, 2 more times. He was genuine, he needed to know.
"Dude, that's not doo-doo."
"Yes, it is. I know what doo-doo looks like... and that's doo-doo!" he was sure and he wasn't taking 'no it's not' for an answer. He needed a better explanation.
"Dude. I'm pretty sure its dried cucumber and larvae."
*blank stare* for dude, but no reply.
He gave me that look that only dude can give. He was not convinced, but he was going to leave the topic alone... for now. I know how to take small blessings (like his silence) with grace, so I kept us moving toward our metro station.