A few days after this, I found him with his face plastered against my front door. I opened my door and he asked me for something. I figured it was just his typical "2-year old nonsense" talk and set about to distract him. This pattern repeated itself for several days and eventually I asked one of the various Ethiopians that share my compound if they could understand what he was talking about. He repeatedly said something that sounded a bit like "booze." Turns out…he is a smart kid and I'm the dumb one. Mooz is the Amharic word for banana and I just couldn't make the link between "booze" and "mooz". I think I've created a monster…one with healthy habits!
