AT MY DOORSTEP

Once in a while there's a knocking at my door, and this little fellow is standing on my doorstep, looking so very innocently at me. Along with this charming little dude comes also his mother, Betelehem, who is very eager to sell me her baskets. Really, they are quite expensive, but this woman knows how to sell things, because who can resist buying when she brings along this gourgeous little guy? Betelehem speaks Norwegian very well, after having been taught by some Norwegian missionaries whose Norwegian last name she has also adopted. She refuses to cut Caleb's (that's his name) hair, and before I could take a picture of him she insisted that she wash his hair. He looks like a little skater boy in these pictures, but normally his hair is bound up at the top of his head, so he could be mistaken for a little girl. Cute anyway, isn't he?:)