…to your imagination.
Just found a school report of my daughter (now 14 ys, back then she was 10). Children need to sign the reports here, too.
Well, her signature was apparently the combination of a comet and a magic wand.
I like people with ambition.
Me to my 11-yr old son: ‘What do you think the major difference is between you growing up here in Belgium – as opposed to if you were living in Hungary?’
Walter: ‘Now I can ask in four languages where the toilet is.’
My most favourite spare time activity is to manually correct the mistakes made by my mobile’s autocorrect function – a function that was designed to enable me spare time while writing.
My husband to our 10-yr-old son:
‘Walter, would you like to come and see how I make pancake? In case in the future you would also end up with a lazy daughter & wife in your family who you would need to cook for.. But don’t forget son, in this family we are still working hard on getting equal rights for boys..’
Walter: ‘Uh you are making pancakes?? Can I also get some? Don’t have time now, still playing on my mobile…’
My husband: ‘…Where was I? Ah yes, at the equal-right-for-papas movement..’
Me: ‘What do you have in your cup, tea?’
My husband (with patience): ‘Yes, it is tea. I am well aware that it might be mistaken for a urine sample, too, still it is camomile tea. ….True, it WILL become a urine sample pretty soon, and…’
Me: ‘Thank you. Honestly, all I wanted to ask you if you want a re-fill from the freshly made tea …but to receive a complete urological dissertation instead is way better than that, isn’t it..’
Ok, let that 2021 start, we are ready.
I am ready to start
– sorry for the English speakers, one post exceptionally in Hungarian.. –
A minap becsönget hozzánk a szomszédasszony, kezében egy sor égőt lóbálva, aminek is köszönhetően az alábbi lélekemelő beszélgetésnek vagyok fültanúja:
Szomszédasszony: “…és tehát arra gondoltam, hogy az ünnepekre tekintettel mi is fénybe boríthatnánk itt az utcát úgy, hogy önök és a szembeszomszéd is keresztülvezeti ezt az égősort a levegőben kb emelet magasságban, nézze csak, pont mint mi..”
Házastársam (marcona kiállás, vallási ünnepek iránt mérsékelten fogékony lelkület):
“Remek ötletnek hangzik – egészen a következő villanyszámláig.”
Szomszédasszony: “Természetesen csak sötétedéskor kapcsoljuk fel! Ezekben a lelkileg nehéz időkben jót tenne mindannyiunk mentálhigiéniájának..”
Házastársam: “…valamint a globális felmelegedésnek..”
Szomszédasszony: “Nade milyen szép is lesz, amikor az embereket munkából hazajöve fényár fogadja..”
Házastársam: “Nekem úgy rémlik, Covid van, kb mindenki itthonról dolgozik.”
Szomszédasszony: “De mégiscsak karácsony meg az ünnepi hangulat..”
Házastársam: “Nem vagyok róla meggyőződve, hogy az ünnepi hangulat jegyében feltétlenül újabb szöget kellene vernünk bolygónk koporsójába.., de ha a szembeszomszéd benne van, én semmi jónak nem leszek elrontója.”
Szomszédasszony: “Tudtam én, hogy ilyen kedves ember maga, megyek is és intézkedem a szomszédnál!”
Így esett, hogy egy nap a szomszédig átívelő égősor került ablakunkba.
A romantika kedvelőinek:
A helyzetet végül a kukásautó oldotta meg, mely csütörtöki szokásos körén nemes egyszerűséggel magával vitte a teljes felszerelést fényárral, mentálhigiéniával..
Azóta házastársam ünnepi hangulata töretlen.
My son (10) received homework for the holidays from school: he needs to investigate what his parents do for a living.
..is better with
…I’ve decided to firmly refrain from any challenges.
Oh wait – where is this piece fitting??
Our xmas tree.
When I saw it strongly tied up in golden/silver lace first I thought poor thing has been kidnapped & kept hostage in our household. But the rest of the family reassured me they spent quality time on decorating it.
OK, considering it’s 2020 – it’s not that bad after all..
Paper and digital drawings of my daughter (14).
Quick conclusion based on the drawing skills which people say are inheritable within the family: no idea who the real parents of our daughter might be..
‘I am back from having switched the summer tyres to winter ones.
I didn’t exactly remember where the garage was, but I realised that during Covid these things are slightly less complicated. So I set in the GPS the address where I went by car last time: in May, switching the winter tyres to summer ones..’
What’s your menu plans for the holidays?
For clarity: I am not looking for recipes but invitations.
My daughter (14 ys) preparing for her exam tomorrow:
‘Mama, I still need to study hard for tomorrow. Could you come here to the sofa and be with me? It’s so motivating.’
Me (deeply touched): ‘Really? Sure I come! Shall I also study with you?’
She: ‘No, it’s enough if you are just close. Whenever I look at you I get scared that I am still not ready..’
How do you know it’s really 2020:
When on a cold winter day during Covid lockdown the postman delivers you your traffic fine that you collected on the family trip in Italy last summer.
My daughter (14) is undergoing a dental surgery.
Her little brother, Walter (10) is asking questions: ‘And what will happen to you?’
She: ‘I am going in – then tomorrow coming out, but with a swollen face.’
He: ‘What does “swollen” mean’? I don’t know this word..’
She: ‘I will look like a Snapchat filter’.
He: ‘Aaaaa, now I understand.’
Today is Friday 13.
Good old Fridays 13 when you wouldn’t want to fly on this day.
When I am starting to energetically fill in the enrolment form for my own table tennis club membership – just to learn I am too old even for ‘senior’..
Soon I will become more and more interesting for collectors and archeologists.
Me to my daughter: ‘Noëmi, is your maths homework ready?’
Noëmi (14): ‘Not yet.’
Me: ‘Do it pls.’
Noëmi: ‘A little more tolerance, mama. Parents need to accept their children the way they are. Psychology, you know.’
Me: ‘This theory was apparently invented by someone the child of whom had already done his homework. Do your maths homework and I will immediately accept you the way you are. Success!’
Our son (10) has homework from school: he has to list his own major characteristic features.
He is asking us, his parents, for inspiration.
After this, we need to comfort him for 2 hours as we had said he is overly sensitive, although it’s totally not true, he isn’t!!!
My daughter (14): ‘My favourite movie genre is horror!’
Me: ‘But why? Who on earth likes to be terrified?’
She: ‘Me, for example.’
Me: ‘Well, how come then that yesterday when we found that ugly big spider in the living room, you claimed we should move to another house immediately? You did not seem to be enjoying horror.’
She: ‘It’s simple. The genre of the Ugly Big Spider is not horror. It’s Nat Geo.’