Café

Café is my favorite little boy in the campo. He's the mayor's son (the mayor is only 29). And his grandma, Miladi, is one of my favorite doñas. He's just about as cute as they come. He's super precocious and talks up a storm. His grandma and aunt told me a story about him somehow coming up with the idea that he was the father of the neighbor's unborn baby. So he asked his dad for money so that he could go buy clothes for the baby because dads have to buy things for their babies. I asked him about it after that and sure enough he said he was the dad. He actually stopped by to visit the other day by himself. He had come over with his uncle and got bored watching him work so he came to my house and hung out for about an hour playing with the neighbor boys. He's usually running around in his underwear which is actually pretty much the norm for small children around here. Café is 2 years old. I made the mistake of showing him how to take pictures with my camera and now he's hooked, although he has a hard time holding it so he can take pictures of anything other than himself. Every time he sees me he asks if I have my camera and if he can take pictures. Sometimes I lie and say I don't have it, otherwise I have to spend an hour deleting all the photos he's taken of himself.


Here's a photo Café took of himself.


And here's one that I took of him.


Carlo, Café, y Niño