Bringing Home a Guatemalan Child!!!!!

or at least that is what I was afraid people would think.
You know I have joked about it quite a bit but it hit a little too close to home yesterday and I am no longer joking about it with Tim.
Many of the Mayan woman and children sell their products by walking up to you on the street. Once you tell them no they leave you alone so it is not a big deal. The longer I am here the more I am convinced to buy from these people rather than the stores. Well, for a while now I have been eyeing these beautiful table runners that are hand made. I have looked at them enough that I even knew exactly which one I wanted too. It matches my Christmas tree decor perfectly so would be great when we have a house (and a dining table for that matter) and decorate for the holidays. So this Mayan girl about 10-12 years old stops me and I look at what she has but she doesn´t have the green one I want. So instead of saying "No gracias", I say " I want a green one" and start to walk off....she starts talking in Spanish and I only catch bits and pieces and she thrusts this 2-3 year old boy in my arms and tells her other brother to wait. I immediately thrust the younger kid back at her and she takes off and I am now stuck with this little Mayan boy on the street corner. It was so awkard and I just kept thinking, thank god I got rid of the other one, but people may still think I am trying to steal this kid. He talked to me a little. he was 6 and I couldn´t pronounce his name and he thought that was funny. I aksed where his siter went and he told probably to his mom. I aksed if she was close and said he didn´t know. This was the longest 10 minutes of my life. The girl comes back racing, huffing and puffing. She didn´t have the green one I wanted but I was so impressed and amused by her dedication, and sales tactic , aka tirckery, that I bought 2!!! Somehow, she knew I wasn´t going to leave that little boy on the street (even though he would do better there than I for sure) and had to wait. Later that day I saw her again and she smiled and yelled "one more" in English and I said "no mas!". She laughed and the 6 year old waved and jibbered in Spanish but I have no idea what he said.
I have met a lot of locals lately. Went to breakfast with Rafi today. The breakfast didn´t seem any different to me other than it was in a restaurant not in the guide books. He did say some funny things though. The best was when he asked if I had ever skyscrapered. He meant Bungee Jumped. I was at the park reading today and met a guy, Fernando, who lives in the city. He was here to see his uncle and his family for lunch. This family lives in Canada and only comes in every two years. We talked about the types of books we read and he reads self help books to improves his English. Then he invited me to lunch with his family but I politely refused but we are going for coffee and tea this afternoon because he sincerely seemed to want to practice his English to help him get a better job. He thinks he sounds like a child. He is better than that but struggles with vocabulary and expressions from what I could tell.