I have never seen a people in any land who show off their kids more than the Iraqis. Every time I go downtown, someone asks that I photograph a baby. Often I pretend to snap a photo, and the people smile and walk away.
In places where the soldiers have given children too much candy and treats, the kids usually become annoying brat-packs. I have heard numerous stories of kids throwing rocks at soldiers, but have yet to see this myself. In my travels, I have seen the prototypical Iraqi kid as well-mannered, curious, and highly friendly toward Americans.
The teachers make these kids study. The classrooms are always clean and the students well-behaved. I have come into classrooms where the kids are studying English. Hard to get out of those rooms; they all want to say “hello!”
Someday this war will end.