Ragia, my wife, tells me that while I was away in Baghdad, mom visited her and the kids quite often. Ragia would make mom her lahma mhammara, which mom always said was the best she ever ate. They would go outside and eat in front of our old apartment in Carrboro.
One such time, when Ali was about to turn two, a ladybug caught his attention and interest, so mom caught it for him. When he was afraid to touch it, mom put it on his little push car. Soon there were two. Mom kept the two in place by repeatedly catching them for him until he lost interest.
Sigh.
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