When we were in Chad 3 years ago, JP's cousin's wife gave birth to a little boy when we were staying at the family's village compound. The mother had walked a couple miles into town while in labor, given birth at the hospital, and then almost immediately got a ride home on a motorcycle-taxi with newborn in arms. I think it was the next day I was asked to decide what I wanted to name the baby. They were honoring me as a visitor and new member marrying into the family. I was to announce the name in a little family meeting the next morning. I decided to go with a Bible name because the family is all Christians and then I would hopefully be safe in choosing a name they could pronounce. I also figured that if they didn't like the name I chose they would just give him a 2nd Chadian name and call him by that one. Well, I named the baby Caleb and they are still calling him Caleb today. I was pretty excited to get to see the little guy again now 3 years later.
Maybe it looks like he's not thrilled that I'm holding onto him in the pictures. Actually he liked me pretty well, we were buddies, but like a lot of 3 year olds he didn't like having to sit still.
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