Our daughter (15): ‘Papa, do we have anything delicious for breakfast?’
Papa: ‘Don’t know. Let’s go down the kitchen to prepare something, call your brother, too.’
She (to her bro): ‘Walter, watch out, escape, run for your life, I got caught, but you might still have a better life waiting for you somewhere else….!’
She’s turned 15 today.
Only 15 and she is already constantly busy with the welfare of mankind!
My TikTok account has just been deactivated- they claim I am too young to be a user.
What in fact happened was that when giving my birth date I must have clicked on the wrong year, according to which I was born last year.
I have contacted TikTok informing them I am presumably older than their Client Service colleagues altogether.
In the meanwhile my husband has quickly offered to happily witness to any company or individual that I am indeed awfully old, from which he voluntarily deleted the ‘happily’ part by the end of our conversation.
We are celebrating the birthday of our daughter today.
Me to my husband: ‘Have you managed to buy a birthday cake so that she can take it to the school for the children?’
My husband: ‘Yes, 3 cakes.’
Me (truly shocked): ‘What? Threeeeee??? Omg, you two shouldn’t be left alone in a shop..’
My husband: ‘I bargained it down from 4.’
Me (truly admiring): ‘What? You managed to bargain down on sweets with our daughter??
You are clearly amazing.
That’s my husband…’
Our son, Walter (10 ys) started playing table tennis end of September – this week the coach invited him to the inter club championships as competition player.
Today is his first match – I have come to see him play.
Walter – getting acquainted with his own team mates and the opponents – puts the question to the coach:
‘Sorry, what did you say again the age group in the category ‘Youth’ was?’
Coach: ‘People can play here until 21. So in this youth championships you still have 11 years to go – 1 year more that you have lived altogether so far – success!’
Ps: Walter on the photo from the back, in white – no club t-shirt exists in his size.
Me: ‘Oh no!’
My son (10): ‘Mama, what’s wrong?’
Me: ‘I cannot log in to my google account..’
He: ‘I’ve read about the age limit there.. Maybe you are not old enough?’
Me: ‘I love you!’
My little son’s table tennis coach (watching us hitting some balls as warming up) commenting on my forehand topspin:
‘I see you also did use to play competition table tennis – even if a long time ago.’
Me: ‘A long time ago? Impossible. I wasn’t still born then.’
Question of the week: what is the major difference between the first 2 photos.
Pardon? That the 1st one contains whisky while the 2nd one chocomelk?
Any other guesses?
Then I come out with the solution: the biggest difference can be found in knowing the target market segment: while the product designer of the whisky glass could obviously see the world through the eyes of a drunken person, the designer of the Chocomelk apparently had never seen a child before. It would be difficult otherwise to find a reason of a cocoa cup which dramatically narrows towards the bottom, making the whole mug so easy to knock over for 0-7 year-old citizens, being the target audience of the product – while the whisky glass stands solid, impossible to be knocked over.
And you know what? After creating the cup, the designer wasn’t completely satisfied with this Masterpiece: as there still might be children who eventually manage to balance the cup. So he didn’t take a rest, and went further to design an accompanying soucer – you know, with the little circle shaped edge in the middle. So children with exceptional manual skills, who survived Level 1 (not knocking the cup over), can still fail the Advanced Level (placing the cup back on the soucer), so the Chocomelk can still land on the table/ in their lap.
Of course I totally follow the mental process of the designer thinking that the cup works very well with those children below 7 who have perfect fine-motoric skills AND are able to sit at restaurant tables motionless for hours – and I would really not want to disturb him with the special needs of the children belonging to the rest 99.9% of the target group.
I can hardly believe that there have been mamas/ papas/ grannies in the past 20 years who have not seen a child knocking over a Chocomelk in their direct surrounding – or, if their child was lucky enough, have not been sitting themselves by restaurant tables with a completely alert nerve system, being terrified WHEN the drink will be knocked over.
I wouldn’t be surprised if one day it turned out that the Chocomelk designer was financially supported by the alcohol lobby, so to make parents promote their children’s getting used to drinking whisky as soon as possible.
Our daughter (13): ‘Mama, this morning you look sooo young!’
Me (moderately happy for the compliment): ‘It’s maybe because I am not old.’
My husband: ‘I totally agree. Children, please more respect to Master Yoda ….eeehm I mean Mama..’
Just received an e-mail invitation from one of the leisure time clubs of my employer.
I open it: ‘Club for colleagues who are above or reach the age 45 in 2020.’
There is also a photo illustration about the program in 2019, looking quite similar to this one below.
Many thanks. It’s really high time 2019 passed.
Our little son: ‘Mama, do you think in 3016 I will still live in this house?’
Me: ‘By no means would I want to spoil the party, but I don’t think you will live anywhere in 3016..’
He: ‘Pfff… It’s really not my day..’
We have an acquaintance – a kind lady in her 60s, she leads a very sporty life, and cares about her appearance in every respect – of which she is rather proud.
At this moment she is trying to chitchat with our little son.
Sporty Lady (sending an encouraging smile): ‘And, Walter, can you guess how old I am?’
Walter (carefully studying her before giving an answer): ’80?’
Walter is a charmeur.