My students and I had a sort of mini class party for about an hour today because they finished their cake decorating project this morning (I know, I know, it's like 1950's America up in here). While we were sitting around and chatting, a couple of my younger students started (facetiously) asking me if I had friends for them to marry. Amani, one of my more conversationally competent students asked me, "Your husband, more than one woman, no problem?" Which made me guffaw, of course. Judging by her smile, it was exactly the reaction she was hoping for. I said, "I'm American, so big problem." Basically, a few of my students were trying to get in on our marriage (again, these girls are extremely sarcastic, so it's all in good fun). When I said Ian was off the table (sorry Ian, they're pretty, too), they quickly moved on to asking about my male relatives (including my father!) and friends. Both of them are named Norah and they're totally willing to be a package deal. Both young ladies are willing to relocate, if necessary, but only one of them cooks. Oh, and they say their prayers every day. So, if you know anyone, hook the ladies up! I told them that I thought one wife was more than enough to do the average American man's head in and they replied, "But, teacher, we're Bedouin!" All joking aside, I totally love my students.
Though, I don't think I'm ready to be anyone's sister wife.