I had another of those wonderful little Vietnam moments this morning. I was locking up my place when I felt the weight of a stare of my back. I turned around to see two of my little neigbors, a boy of about 3 and his protective older sister of about 7 standing about 8 feet away and staring with blank expressions. "Ah, they're looking at the weird foreigner with the big head stuffed into an even bigger helmet," I realized. I said "hello" and they replied "hello" shyly. I turned back to finish locking but still felt the stare. Then I turned around again. They hadn't moved a muscle. I said "Tôi tên là Lâm. Em tên gì?" Ah, there's the big smile -- "Em tên là Hoa." Then they ran off. Next time I see those kids I'm giving them one of my superballs.