My Dad, Papa Lee to the kids, and his wife stopped by for a visit last weekend. They were in town so Dad could do a bicycle ride with my brother. Dad and Jolene had presents for the kids from their recent trip to New Zealand and Australia. I wish I spoke a little New Zealand English so I wouldn’t stumble so badly over the words in one of the books they brought back for Ellie called, “The Girls in the Kapahaka”. Here’s what I mean:

“This is the whanau who clapped and cheered for the boys with their taiaha and the girls with their poi who sang the songs that the kaiako taught, who wore the piupiu that swished and swirled, made from the flax that Koro cut, that the mussle shell scraped, that the kuia made, that swung from the hips of the girls in the kapahaka.”

At least my pronunciations make Ellie laugh–maybe that’s why she’s made me read it almost every night since she got the book.  My picture of the week is Papa Lee with the girls.