The definition of a ‘nice afternoon’ for me is definitely reading together with my son back to back – he his Dutch contemporary literature, and I, mine.
Ps: let me call attention on the fact that I dressed to the front colour of the book.
Men should have s-o-m-e style after all – for God’s sake..
If Saturday, it is table tennis lesson for my daughter.
It’s me biking with her to the training.
Suddenly, on our way, I realise that she is wearing the wrong shoes (black street footwear instead of sporty ones), so I suggest her to play bare footed today (as 2nd best option).
She (studying my outfit): ‘Or, mama, as you are wearing your white sneakers, maybe to simply change shoes for the training..’
Me (patronisingly): ‘Creative idea, Sweetheart, indeed, but of course there is no way our sizes match..’
The photo is taken of me already on the bench.
My son, Walter (10) – we moved to Belgium when he was 2 – informed me today that he thinks I do not pronounce his first name correctly.
I honestly apologized him saying I only gave birth to him – producing Dutch ‘w’ apparently takes a more qualified person.
He reassured me it was not a breaking point in our relation.
Last night I was home alone with the children (my husband being abroad for work).
With my son (10) we are watching videos by Queen on YouTube.
Me (showing him the below photos): ‘..And so he was Freddie Mercury.’
He (carefully studying the pictures): ‘They must have been very good friends, since they are together on a lot of photos.’
Me: ‘In fact, that gentleman was his love.’
He (truly surprised): ‘That other man with the moustache?’
Me: ‘Yep. It happens.’
It’s good to be loved so much.’
That’s it, basically.
Our son (10) (explaining something to his papa on the tablet):
‘…And then on the advanced level there comes the Big Dragon who wants to destroy and kill us and we have to survive..’
Me (enthusiastically joining in the discussion): ‘Hi boys, what is the topic’?
My husband: ‘Ah, nothing special, only marriage..’
On the way to school this morning with my 10-yr-old son:
He: ‘Mama, when we get to the school, could you pls take home one of my toys? Once I brought it in the class and it’s still there..’
Me: ‘Sure, no prob.’
Always specify them on time.
Me (to my 13-yr-old daughter):
‘Didn’t you say you were busy with maths?’
She: ‘Depends on how you define ‘maths’.
I am working on grid paper..’