Time stands still on Lake Malawi

“Waaaaaaaaa!” the toddler screamed in protest as mom pulled him away from his bath toys for a quick dunk and scrub. Not even one minute later, he was squeaky clean and happily splashing around, discovering new ways to submerge his bath toys under the water. While this certainly describes the scene playing out between my three-year old son and me on any given night in my urban Denver home, it’s not what I’m talking about.