Me: ‘I see, Sweety, that you’re up to something – what are the plans for today?’
Walter (10): ‘I know you both need to work, so I will play carnival, you see I put pyjama on back to front, and will build a nest below your table. Will not disturb: I’ve brought some books and toys, but I need to return for a 2nd transport.’
Our son (10): ‘Let’s organize a cookie race!’
Me: ‘OK, but we did it already at the weekend..’
He: ‘It didn’t count – out of several reasons.’
Me: ‘Like what..?’
‘First of all it was not the 2 of us. It was only me making cookies, and you – tasting them. We cannot call me a winner if in the competition it’s only me entering..
So, all of us in the family need to participate – apart from you.’
Me: ‘Why is it so?’
He: ‘The jury is not allowed to participate in the competition, that wouldn’t be fair to the others.’
Aha, so we still know these things, when we are 10..
Our daughter (13) to her young brother:
‘Walter how you behave now, by that even Spongebob would embarrass himself.’
Quite an accurate benchmark.
Hungarian grandma calling her grandson in Belgium:
‘What would you like for Christmas?’
He (10): ‘A Monopoly!’
Grandma: ‘But I remember you have already such a board game at home..’
He: ‘The Hungarian version is much better.’
Grandma (touched by this 2nd generation nationalism): ‘Better, right? You also prefer the things which are from your motherland..’
He: ‘Yes! In the Hungarian Monopoly we don’t pay tax..’