This is probably 1984. Aras was just tuckered out, which was rare. He was a handful on that vacation.
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I left a comment here last night, I wonder where it went? It said something like this:
ReplyDeleteWow, what a wonderful picture! Dagne just laughs when I tell her That's Tete.
I'll add, after I commented, she started pointing to each person in an up an down motion and asking over and over again, so my end of the conversation sounded like this:
That's Tete.
That's Mamute.
That's Tetukas.
That's Mamute.
That's Tete.
That's Mamute.
That's Tetukas.
That's Mamute.
That's Tete.
That's Mamute.
That's Tetukas.
That's Mamute.
That's Tete.
That's Mamute.
That's Tetukas.
That's Mamute.
That's Tete.
That's Mamute.
That's Tetukas.
I think she was the most amused by Tetukas. Maybe she thought I was joking about Tetukas not being called Tete, because the resemblance is fair enough.
Or maybe it was the hat.