To the Jungle!

Before our trip, Griffin was my only child who was excited to go to Malaysia. the rest were either scared or had trouble imagining life in Malaysia. Griffin had no trouble imagining Malaysia. He was convinced we were moving to the jungle. And, I didn't have the heart to burst his Jungle bubble.

Once we arrived here, Griffin said, "Where's the jungle? This looks just like Manhattan!" Even advertised on a new development is a sign saying, "Posh apartments, Manhattan-style. World-class living."

So, I took him to a jungle. Advertised as one of the oldest jungles in the world, right in the middle of Kuala Lumpur, in walking distance of our apartment. A jungle the size of 10 Manhattan blocks. The moment he set foot in the jungle, he started complaining about getting bitten by mosquitos, to the point that he started running through the trail, trying to keep the mosquitos from biting him. As we hiked (ran) through the jungle, school children would calmly hike past us with long pants on and no mosquitos buzzing around their legs.

Griffin ran all the way to the end, relieved to be out of the jungle.