I had been trying to explain to Rob where something was in Namibia and of course he knows street names and I know landmarks. I thought that the white and baby blue mosque would be a good landmark he would know, but it wasn't. Only fair I guess since it turns out the street is Sam Nujoma, a major street here. I should have know that, but I digress...Islamic Center and Quba Mosque, Windhoek
As we were approaching the intersection, I pointed out the small corner grocery store that carries limes and fresh cilantro as well as a few other hard to find things. Justin noticed the mosque and wanted to know what it was. I told him that it was a mosque, a kind of church. He wanted to go to that church. I tried to explain to him that there are lots of different churches and that this church was not ours, it was for Muslims. All of this, of course, going over his head.
He insisted that he is a Muslim. I told him that he was not. He became upset with me and said that I called him a Muslim when we lived in Japan. This had me quite puzzled. I could not think of why he would think that. Seemed pretty random to me. I could not come up with any possible scenario in which I would call him a Muslim. He had to clarify for me.
"Mom, you used to call me the Muslim when I was little!" That statement was enough to help me figure it out. Justin's nickname for a long time was Muzz or The Muzz. His memory, connections, and misunderstandings amaze me. What a sweet little Muzz he is. :)
