Old era

Our daughter (15) talking to grandma on the phone: 

‘….and so we agreed with my friends that next time we go to school we will dress up in some old-era style..’

Granny: ‘What a lovely idea. And which era did you chose? Baroque, maybe?’

Our daughter: ‘The 90s.’

More space

This year, for the first time ever, we decided to go the traditional way and also send a postcard to the grandmas.
The process in a nutshell is that I write the text and ask the family members to sign the card – which our children also did, see the place indicated in an arrow.

Me (to our daughter while trying to hide my smile with moderate succes): ‘So you signed it there?’

She (upset): Look. I am 15, and have grown up with a smartphone. I’ve never ever seen such a thing and there was more space there, ok?’


This morning:

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 girl.

All science

Me (to my daughter): ‘Noëmi, what are you doing?’

She (14): ‘Measuring my weight.’
Me: ‘Ok, but shouldn’t you put those things down first from your hands?’
She: ‘No, because I measure myself every day and I know myself that I always carry the laptop/ gsm/ charger wherever I go, so I must have had them in my hand yesterday, too, when I checked my weight. And so if I measured myself without these things now, I would get inaccurate results..’
If it is scientifically underpinned then it’s all fine.

Effective problem solving

i hear my children talk this morning:

Walter (10): ‘Noëmi, I don’t know what happened, my mobile phone won’t work – can you fix it, please?’

Noëmi (14): ‘Ok, let me see… ready, here you are. It was quite simple – even mama would have been able to fix it. So may I ask you to next time check with her first, and only if there is a real tech problem, come to me?’

There is always another solution

School yard, long break.

One of the teachers (dragging a sobbing 5-year old along to my daughter):

‘Noëmi, Tim says you have just called him an Exceptionally Wicked Child.’

My daughter (13): ‘Correct.’

Teacher: ‘May I ask you not to call him this name any more? You can see it hurts him a lot, he is crying.’

My daughter: ‘Tim hit my little brother a few minutes ago so hard from behind that Walter is still in pain.

If somebody is an Exceptionally Wicked Child, I think it is fair to call hem an ‘Exceptionally Wicked Child’.’

Teacher: ‘I understand now – still, could you please find another solution?’

My daughter: ‘Well, OK. Since this level of wickedness is really exceptional and does not occur very frequently in our school, in the future I will call him ‘Limited Edition’.’


With my daughter (13) at the doctor in Antwerp, Belgium.
When stepping in the GP’s office, we are greeted by the female receptionist.
Then we meet the assistant, also a lady.
A doctor comes in the waiting room – female again.
Finally we are called in by our doctor – a woman.
My daughter: ‘Mom, men cannot become doctors?’
At this point I politely ask my daughter to please retrain from any form of sexism.


Our daughter (13) coming home, changing clothes in the hall, meaning dragging her shorts off through her boots.

She (quickly looking at my face while I am watching the heroic struggle):

‘Mom, I know you have difficult moments right now, and I want you to know how proud I am of you that you do not say a word…and that you keep it this way..’

Excuse me

We are buying some sweaters to our daughter in NL.
The method recommended by her is the following: I take a photo of her in each piece and then on the basis of the pics she takes the decision.
I pop the question: what if she just takes a look directly in the mirror?
From her look I conclude it was the Ultimate Evidence of Misunderstandings cross Generations. 
I say a quiet ‘sorry’ and back out of the changing room with my eyes downcast.

It’s all perspective

Me (to my 13-yr-old daughter): ‘Can you remind me, please, what the Dutch verb ‘verwennen’ means? I forgot..’

She: ‘It means e.g. when parents pamper their children, do everything for them..’

Me: ‘Ah, now I start to understand. But ‘pamper/do everything for them’ – you mean in the positive or negative sense?’

She: ‘From whose perspective?’


Our daughter (13):
‘Grown-ups always warn children of two things: eat healthy, and never accept anything from strangers.
At Santa time of the year, however, they themselves encourage children to accept in shops and even in the street a crazy amount of candies and lollies from not only total strangers they know nothing about, but also from totally creepy strangers who wear such a strong make up under which it is impossible to recognise anybody, not to mention if you need later to identify the guy.
Grown-ups are not logical.’

Just another key argument

Our daughter (13) started secondary school in September, and now is preparing for the approaching exam period.
She is checking her digital agenda for the exam schedule, and sees the following notes:
– “Catholic studies: EXAM!!”
– “Islam studies: EXAM!!”
She (who attends ‘ethics’ at school – as an alternative for children of non-religious families): 
‘Mama, you and papa were totally right. Just found another key argument in favour of atheism.’


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.

That’s the way the cookie crumbles

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..

A day in the life of a unicorn

Our daughter, Noëmi (13), this morning travels to Amsterdam, NL, with her music school class to watch a famous musical. The children need to be delivered to the school bus by 10 o’clock (the meeting place is located 15 min from our home by bike).

Now you need to know that Noëmi is not that nervous type.

Readiness status:

9.22 – She has already put on one of her socks

9.28 – And now the other one

9.34 – ..Pardon, it was too early to be so self-confident. True, she has started to put on her other sock – which process was then dramatically interrupted by other Activities of Higher Priority, such as an incoming chat message, the patterns on her socks, remembering a funny story having happened 3.5 years ago, a piece of interesting-shape dust on the ceiling..

9.40 – She finally starts to have breakfast

9.44 – ..No, correction: it’s more accurate to say that ‘she sat down next to her plate’.

I, like some high-ranking military training instructor, give her reminders ranging tone from the ‘soft & friendly’ to the ‘loud & powerful’ in all imaginable styles and genres.

My daughter in the meanwhile is kindly asking about my workplace, how things go there, and is giving me some coaching wherever she feels it imperative. She seems to be ready not only to consume her 2-course breakfast within the remaining 35 seconds, but also to address all issues of her mother’s employer.

9.49 – She starts to brush teeth.

We, parents, encourage her tooth-by-tooth.

9.52 – She gets enthusiastic:

‘Mama, papa, this school trip will be such an exciting experience!!’

My husband (in a somber tone):

’My Dearest Daughter, apart from you for all other family members already your leaving home is rather an exciting experience.’

Ps 1: The label on her T-shirt is a summary of her CV.

Ps 2: From among experiencing the above and reporting about it in my blog, it was the latter one being the more fun.

Time flies when you are having fun

Our son (10): ‘Mama, what is a ‘gramophone’?
Me: ‘Walter, it was similar to a record player, and…’
Walter: ‘A recordwhat?’
Our daughter (13): ‘Thanks, Mama, I’ll take over from here, if I may.
Walter, a gramophone was a device on which mama and her friends used to listen to music: they put a big CD on an even bigger machine, and scratched the surface with a needle. Of course, you don’t exactly know what a CD is, being totally outdated technology by now, but what you do need to remember is that gramophone was just like Spotify, only it took funnily big room in the house.’

Thiiiings can only get better

My husband (during morning preparations): ‘Noëmi, go down please to the living room, but first dress up all by yourself, and then have something for breakfast which is not biscuits, but preferably something healthy.’

Noëmi (13) turning her eyes towards the ceiling in despair): ‘So many unpleasant news, and the day has just started..’

Should not wait till the last moment..

Last night, visiting the children’s room to check if everything is peaceful. Well, Walter, our son (10), isn’t. He cannot get to sleep.

Walter: ‘I need to ask something. What if our shower once breaks down?’

Me (not a bit raising my eyebrows that this is an issue that we need to address at 21.30 without further delay):

‘It won’t. Our bathroom is new, together with the shower – all accessories in excellent health.’

Walter (not less concerned): ‘But once it does break down when I am a grandpa – what shall I do then?’

Me: ‘You are the planning type, right?’

Walter: ‘…or when you and papa are already dead – who shall I turn to??’

Me: ‘Okay-okay, I get it now. I promise that before I die, I will draft you a list with the most crucial phone numbers.’

Walter (with extra portion relief in his voice): ‘Very good. Thanks. I love you, mom.’

Me: ‘I love you, too.’

And with this, he fell asleep.

Antwerp – home of fashion

Today with my daughter (13) I participated in a guided tour – ‘Antwerp Fashion Walk’ – where we got a short summary of the history of the most famous local designers & brands, and could look into some of the collections as well.
My opinion about the exhibited pieces was best expressed by my daughter, saying: 
‘Out of the 1000 pieces I would put on 2 – provided I was paid enough..’
Ma Noémivel (13) anya-lánya programon vettünk részt: Antwerpeni Divat Séta – kiscsoportos vezetett túra a legfőbb helyi tervezők és brandek életútjának rövid áttekintésével, valamint a kollekció egyes darabjainak megtekintésével.
A bemutatott darabokról alkotott véleményem lányom foglalta össze legtalálóbban:
“Az 1000-ből kb 2-t felvennék – ha sokat fizetnének érte.”

Complexity reduction

One evening we are returning from the beach.

My children are quarrelling with each other – just like usual: it has been a long day, and they are cold.

But then they realise: we have a blanket with us!


And with this, we have found the basic recipe for world-peace: fewer blankets than freezing angry people.

Things are usually more simple than they might seem.

You know these youngsters..

‘Mama, I can see you are busy reading, and you have told me it’s a great book.

So I prepared you some dinner as you need to eat something after all: salmon sushi with soya sauce and a little wasabi. I’ve brought it up to you so you don’t need to come down and stop reading.’

Walter, 9 years old.


“Anya, látom, elmélyülten olvasol, mondtad, hogy nagyon érdekes a könyv.

Készítettem neked vacsorát, mert azért enned csak kell valamit: lazac sushi, kis szója szósszal és egy kevés wazabival. Felhoztam, hogy ne kelljen lejönnöd érte.”

Walter, 9 éves.

It’s all so relative..

My daughter (13): ‘Mama, wow, in this outfit you look like a teen!!’

Me: ‘Oh, you are so kind..’

My son (9): ‘What is a ‘teen’?’

My daughter: ‘Somebody, who compared to you, is very, very old ..’


Noémi (13): “Anya, wow, ebben a ruhában most úgy nézel ki, mint egy tinédzser!”
Én: “Oh, nagyon köszönöm..”
Walter (9): “Mi az a ‘tinédzser’?”
Noémi: “Az olyasvalaki, Walter, aki hozzád képest nagyon nagyon öreg..”

Family as unlimited source of innovation

Innovation idea: free Parental Control App.

When you visit huge places where the risk is high that your child may get lost, in order to easily find her back all you need is to install this app which will show you the map of the building with detailed information on the location of the electric outlets.

The 2.0 version of the same app will add the map of the best Public WiFi Hotspots of the same building.


Innovációs javaslat: ingyenes Szülői Felügyeleti app.

Nagyobb épületek, pl pláza családi látogatásakor, ahol fennáll a veszélye annak, hogy a családtagok szem elől tévesztik egymást, tinédzser gyermekek megtalálása a jövőben játszi könnyedséggel!! 
Mindössze ezen app installálása szükséges, mely az épület villamos tervrajza betöltésével megmutatja a helyszínen található konnektorok elhelyezkedését.
Fejlesztés alatt: ugyanezen app 2.0 verziója már az épület legerősebb nyilvános wi-fi hotspotok szerinti alaprajzát is tartalmazza.

Been there, done that..

Yesterday I enrolled my daughter, Noëmi (13) to her secondary school. 
I am having a conversation with the school administrator, if they need to know anything important about her before she starts in September. 
Me: ’She is trilingual.’ 
School: ‘Great!’
Me: ‘She is lazy as hell’.
School (understanding): ’So she is a very normal teenager. Any learning difficulties?’
Me: ‘She will claim she has it in maths – but you should not believe her. See bullet point above.’
School: ‘Of course not. We have many students who try the same trick, she will feel right at home.. Anything else we need to know?’
Me. ‘She will negotiate on everything. I mean eve-ry-thing.’
School (happily): ‘With this attitude she has already well integrated with her peers. Welcome to our school, we are very much looking forward to have her on board in September.’
Tegnap beirattam Noémit (13) a választott középiskolájába, ahova jövő évtől jár majd.
Iskolatitkár Úr kérdezi tőlem, mit írjanak a gyermek fájljába, amit esetleg érdemes róla tudniuk a szeptemberi kezdéshez. 
Én: “3 nyelvű”
Iskola: “Szuper!” 
Én: “Egy lusta dög”.
Iskola (megértően): “Tinédzser. Az volna gyanús, ha nem így volna. Van bármilyen tanulási nehézsége?”
Én: “Ő legalábbis azt fogja állítani, hogy matematikából van neki ilyenje – de önök ne higyjenek neki. Lásd előző pont.” 
Iskola (vidáman): “Oh, ezt ismerjük. Gyakorlatilag csak ilyen diákjaink vannak Bármi egyéb?”
Én: “Mindent megcsellendzsel majd. MIN-DENT.”
Ő: “Ezzel gyakorlatilag már be is illeszkedett tanulóink sorába. Nagy szeretettel várjuk Noémit szeptemberben.”

Testing and validating conceptual models

Today, biking to school with my 9-yr-old son:
He (on a painful voice): ‘OOOUCCH!!!! My back hurts very much!!’
Me (with a worried look): ‘Let’s stop immediately, so I can check! Where exactly does it hurt?’
He: ‘Where my bag-pack touches it.’
(…In a short while…)
Me: ‘Walter. What is the precise purpose of carrying a tree trunk with you?’
He: ‘Ooohh THAT one! I totally forgot about that! I collected it yesterday in the school yard, so I can poke my sister with it.’
Me: ‘Walter – do you think it is a good idea?’
He: ‘Yes. It works.’
Ma, iskolába bicajozás közben Walter (9) fájdalmas arccal:
“AUUÚ, nagyon fáj a hátam!!”
Én (aggodalmasan): “Álljunk meg gyorsan, megnézem mi az. …Pontosan hol fáj?”
Walter: “Ott, ahol a hátizsák hozzáér.”
(…Néhány másodperc múlva…)
Én: “Walter. Pontosan milyen okból hordasz magadnál egy fatörzset?”
Walter: “Ja AZ! El is felejtkeztem róla! Tegnap gyűjtöttem az iskolaudvaron, hogy majd Noémit bökdöshessem vele.”
Én: “Walter – szerinted ez jó ötlet?”
Walter: “Igen. Működik.”

Books and their covers

My daughter (13) has recently received braces on her teeth.

She could choose between many different colours, finally ending up with a pink set.

The dentist, a lady in her 50s, gave her a big smile and confirmed that she could totally understand the colour choice, being ‘nicely girlish’.

My daughter listened to her politely, eventually remarking: 

‘It could be also a reason for my choice. 

..But actually, this is the shade of colour that best matches the anti-theft alert app that I installed on my smartphone a while ago, and use as a Wallpaper ever since.’

Never judge a book by its colour – nor a generation Z female by her braces colour.


Noémi (13) a napokban fogszabályzót kapott.

Rengeteg színből választhatott – végül a rózsaszín mellett döntött.

A fogász, egy 50 körüli hölgy, mindezt széles (és hibátlan) mosollyal nyugtázta, és biztosította lányom, hogy teljességgel megérti döntését, mert “a rózsaszín az olyan aranyosan lányos”.

Lányom udvariasan végighallgatta, majd a kedvesen megjegyezte, hogy akár ez is lehetne döntése alapja, bár ő történetesen azért ezt a színt választotta, mivel árnyalatban ez passzol leginkább ahhoz a lopásgátló app-hez, amit a napokban installált, és amit screen-saver azóta is használ az iPhone-ján.

Ne ítélj meg egy könyvet a borítója – egy tinédzser lányt pedig a fogszabályzó színe alapján.

Burden of proof

My daughter (13): ‘Papa, how come you are not afraid of insects?’
My husband (in a calm tone): ‘I am simply bigger than them.’
My daughter: ‘Ok-ok, but I am also bigger and still afraid – how can you explain it??’
My husband (even calmer): ‘Well, I am not convinced if one of us has to give an explanation, it is necessarily me..’
Noémi (13): “Apa, te hogy csinálod, hogy nem félsz a rovaroktól?”
Házastársam (nyugodt hangon): “Egyszerűen nagyobb vagyok náluk.”
Noémi: “De én is nagyobb vagyok náluk, mégis félek tőlük, ezt mégis mivel magyarázod??”
Házastársam (még nyugodtabban): “Nem vagyok róla meggyőződve, hogy emiatt feltétlenül nekem kellene magyarázkodnom..”

Dietary restrictions for teenagers

Our family in the furniture store. 
I am still checking for an item, we agree that in the meanwhile they’ll get something in the shop restaurant for lunch.
Returning to our table I find the following products in front of my 13-yr old daughter:
– 2 giant pistachio macaroons 
– 1 slice of chocolate cake
– 1 box of whipped cream 
– a bottle of chocolate drink.
Me (casting an amazed look): ‘Wow. Let me take a picture of this first.’
My husband (in an educative tone): ‘Please do not further encourage her by even taking a photo!!’
Me (patiently): ‘Fair point, darling. Let us maybe try to remember for a second under whose Close Surveillance she could purchase these things and call it ‘lunch’..’
My husband: ‘Well… of course we shouldn’t go personal and pointing fingers here… And anyway, she bought a fruit salad, too!!!!’
As it turned out, the latter one only from practical reasons – poor teenagers do need something to keep their smartphones, after all..
Családi bútorvásárlás. 
Én rövid kitérő után csatlakozom hozzájuk ebédre az étteremben.
Lányom szigorú étrendjét a következő fogások képezik:
– 2 óriás pisztácia macaron
– 1 szelet csokoládétorta
– 1 doboz tejszínhab
– 1 üveg kakaó.
Én: “Noémi, ezt muszáj lefotóznom.”
Házastársam (rosszallóan): “Ne bátorítsd azzal, hogy még fotót is készítesz róla!!”
Én: “Jogos..egy pillanatra idézzük csak fel, pontosan kinek a Szoros Felügyelete alatt is sikerült mindezen élelmiszerekre szert tennie..”
Házastársam: “Najó najó, nem kell rögtön személyeskedni.. És egyébként is gyümölcssalátát is választott!!!”
Mint kiderült, ez utóbbit tisztán praktikus okokból – végülis szegény gyereknek valamivel a mobiltelefonját is csak ki kell támasztania.


My son (9) to me: ‘You are my best mum!’
Me (overwhelmed with emotions, on the verge of bursting into tears): ‘Really? Thank you!!!’
He: ‘….There is no fierce competition in this role, though ..’
Walter (9): “Te vagy a legjobb anyukám!!”
Én (már-már könnyeimmel küszködve): “Úgy gondolod? De boldog vagyok!!”
Walter: “…Mondjuk nincs is nagy verseny..”

When trash is not garbage

My little son has received grandma’s old mobile phone. No SIM card, no nothing – except the camera function.. He is enthusiastically shooting photos of any of us, anytime, anywhere.
Right now he is reviewing the pictures taken yesterday and has just kindly informed me that no doubt, in our family the trash can is the most photogenic.
Walter (9) legutóbbi magyarországi látogatásunkkor megkapta nagyi kimustralt, SIM kartya nélküli mobilját, és 3 napja lelkesen fotózik a lakásban, akit és amit csak ér.
Az imént volt szíves tudatni velem, hogy családunkban a kukának van a legjobb fényképarca.


‘First I found you awful …deedah deedah
Then I started to like you… mmm la dee da
I’ve always loved your smell… deedah la la
Hated your taste, though… mm mmm da da
Ours is a Love & Hate relaaaaaaaationship!!… MMM LA DEE DA OHYEEEAH…!!’
My son (9) singing to his mint toothpaste in the bathroom this morning.
“Kezdetben gyűlöltelek … subidubidu
Aztán megszerettelek … pamparam pampam
Az illatod mindig is imádtam … sup sup je je 
De az ízed utáltam … param pam subidubi
Se veled se nélküled kapcsolat a miéééénk!!… subidubi óigen yeah yeah!!’
Walter (9) ma reggel a fürdőszobában, mentolos fogkréméhez énekelve.

Door-slamming vortex

My daughter (13): ‘Mama, I would like to kindly inform you that you and papa are really lucky with me that despite I am a teenager, I do not do the usual pubertal things such as ups and downs in mood, irritating tone, speaking over my shoulder, or lecture you on what to think and what not.’
Me: ‘We are grateful every.single.day..’
Noémi (13): “Anya, elmondanám neked, h elképesztően szerencsések vagytok velem, amiért én nem produkálom a szokásosan idegesítő pubertás dolgokat, úgy mint váltakozó hangulat, irritáló hangsúlyok, félvállról beszélgetés. Én nem mondom meg nektek, hogy miről mit gondoljatok. Remélem, tisztában vagytok vele, milyen kegyesen bánik veletek a Sors!!”
Én: “Nem lehetünk elég hálásak.”

Everyday science

My son (9) (upset, towards his sister, pointing at her hairbrush left on the bathroom counter):
‘Get rid of your DNA, will you?’
Now my son is either 100% pure STEM profile, or he secretly watches CSI episodes at night.
Walter (9) (feldúlt hangon, nővére gondatlanul előlhagyott hajkeféjére mutatva a fürdőszobában):
“Noémi, bocs, de sürgősen csinálj valamit a DNA-ddal, mert ez így gusztustalan.”
A gyerek most vagy tényleg nem humán műveltségű, vagy éjjelente titokban a CSI epizodjait nézi.

Aviation security

Recently at Eindhoven airport my son’s (9) transparent blue pistol – that shoots out pingpong balls – got confiscated (together with ammunition) as ‘object prone for threats’.

The attached photo demonstrates the incriminated weapon, together with the utmost radical and violent (now however a little droopy) underaged international terrorist.

For me, a lawyer, it is also a heartwarming experience whenever we obey not only the letter, but also the spirit of the law, as I am convinced that thanks to the vigilance of the security personnel, after these measures all passengers could proceed to their destinations with a considerably higher level of safety.


Ma megvettem a repülőjegyeket közelgő nyaralásunkhoz. Hollandiából indulunk majd, amiről eszembe jut az a közelmúltbeli eset, mikoris a reptéri biztonsági ellenőrzés során Waltertől (9) elkobozták a világoskék áttetsző műanyag pisztolyát, ami pingpinglabdakat lő ki (a 3 db hozzátartozó lőszerrel együtt), mint “más utasokban félelem keltésére alkalmas eszközt”.
A személyzet elkötelezett éberségének hála az esetet követően már végképp teljes biztonságban éreztem magam.
A képen az inkriminált eszköz, valamint az amúgy mindenre elszánt (bár ekkorra kissé szottyadt) Kiskorú Kőrözött Nemzetközi Terrorista látható.

How romantic

– Hungarian follows –
My son (9) waking up this morning: ‘What’s that sound?’
Me (enthusiastic): ‘Imagine, a little birdy is tweeting outside!’
He: ‘It shouldn’t. Irritating.’
A city child, no doubt.
Walter (9), felébredve: “Mi ez a hang?”
Én (lelkesen): “Képzeld, egy kismadár csicsereg odakint!”
Rém irritáló.”
Városi gyerek.

Long live your country! Whatever it is called..

– Hungarian follows –
The days at the end of March remind me of the occasion, when some years ago our family got invited by friends to a Greek event: on 25 March all Greeks traditionally celebrate (via singing and dancing) the fact that they successfully fought for independence from the Turkish (Ottoman) Empire after 400 long and painful years.
Our son was still small – you might know, this is the age group when children already like to make bold statements, preferably in public, when the power of their vocal chords is directly proportional to the number of people around within great hearing distance – and so when the Greek national anthem started and people were standing up with tears in their eyes he found it the right moment to ask it loud and clear:
“…..And so here everybody is really TURKISH?”
At that moment my husband, myself and our daughter immediately replied in such a perfect coherence and syncronity which according to any randomly chosen family psychologist would have been seen as the Ultimate Sign of Family Unity, and which, by the way, is hardly ever experienced in our family, however this time our carefully elaborated message was perfectly aligned both regarding content and form, being: “SSSSSHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!”
I cannot but wonder how anachronistic construction a child is: it is not only the ‘mute’ button which was completely missed out at the design, but also basic blogging features (‘moderation’ and ‘pre-approval of comments’) seem to be also missing..
Március vége egy múltbeli eseményre emlékeztet: anno görög barátaink ünnepre invitáltak bennünket – énekkel-tánccal emlékeznek meg a pirosbetűs márc. 25-i nemzeti sorsfordítóról, amikor is népük 400 kínkeserves év után kivívta az Ottomán Birodalomtól való függetlenségét. 
Fiunk még kicsi volt, abban az életkorban – talán ismerősen cseng egyeseknek – amikor a gyerekek szívesen tesznek bátor kijelentéseket, mindezt lehetőleg széles nyilvánosság előtt, főképp olyan helyzetekben, ahol a kijelentés bátorságának foka egyenes arányban nő a hallótávolságon belül elhelyezkedő felnőttek számával.
Ezután már nem is volt különösebben meglepő, hogy mikor az egybegyűltek épp felállni készültek könnycseppel szemükben a görög himnusz felcsendültekor, fiam szép hangosan (ahogy mindig biztatjuk hogy beszéljen), valamint kristálytiszta artikulációval feltette a kérdést, miszerint “..És akkor itt most tényleg mindenki TÖRÖK?”
Abban a pillanatban házastársam, én, és lányunk a családunkban normál hétköznapokon egyébként csak egészen kivételes esetekben megmutatkozó egyetértésben reagáltunk, az összehangoltságnak olyan fokát felmutatva, melynek láttán bármely tetszőleges családpszichológus elégedetten csettintett volna nyelvével hogy ez aztán a családi egység, mely üzenetünknek lényege röviden összegezve a következő volt: “PSSSSSSSssssszzzzzzztttttt!!!!!!!!!”
Nem győzöm csodálkozni, mennyire korszerűtlen konstrukció is egy gyerek: nem csupán “elnémít” gombot mulasztottak el rátervezni, de a legalapvetőbb blogolási funkciókkal (“kommentek moderálása/engedélyezése”) sem rendelkezik..

Juan Carlos for President

My daughter (13 years old) has been learning to play the jazz saxophone for 5 months. 
Her teacher, Juan C, a gentleman from Cuba, is a professional musician, who has taken up teaching not so long ago – meaning he does not necessarily follow the ‘music school protocols’ in each and every aspect.
Now e.g. in order to introduce his students to the Real World from a very early age of their studies, for today he organised a small concert for them in one of the local jazz cafes in Antwerp.
I find it simply gorgeous – at least I still clearly remember that the peak moment of my music school studies was when I could play at the Christmas concert in the local old-age home.
My daughter’s concert performance has been recorded, which – in order not to hurt the sensitivity of those of my readers here who are not completely deaf – I’m not going to show now. 
Rather a photo: this was taken 5 months ago, the day when she could touch her saxophone for the first time.
By the way, approximately the same day when I last saw her practicing.
– Hungarian follows –
Szóval az úgy volt, h Noémi (13) 5 hónapja a helyi zeneiskola szervezésében jazz szaxofonozni tanul. 
Az oktatója, Juan Carlos, egy kubai úriember, aki főfoglalkozású koncertzenész, valamint saját produkciós céget irányít. 
Utóbbi okán, tehát hogy a tanítás inkább mellékszál az életében, és amúgy gyakorló előadó, az oktatási módszertanról alkotott nézetei sem a zeneiskolákban (legalábbis számomra) megszokottak. 
Annak érdekében pl hogy a gyerekek ne csupán az iskola elzárt világában zenéljenek, hanem már rögtön a hangszerrel való ismerkedés kezdeteitől megtapasztalhassák, hogy mire is (lesz majd egyszer soká) jó ez az egész, szervezett nekik mára egy fellépést az egyik helyi jazz kávéházban.
Szerintem az ötlet káprázatos, legalábbis én még élénken emlékszem, hogy zeneiskolai hangszeres tanulmányaim csúcspontját az a délután jelentette, mikor karácsonyi műsor keretében felléptünk a kerületi idősek otthonában.  
Lányom mai szerepléséről egyébként videofelvétel is készült, amit a nem teljesen süket olvasókra tekintettel most inkább nem tennék közzé – majd ha már a játszott dallam is felismerhető lesz. Az addig hátralevő 10-15 évet a fentebb csatolt fotóval kívánom áthidalni: ez a kép aznap készült, amikor 5 hónappal ezelőtt először fogta kezébe a hangszert. 
Megjegyzem, gyakorolni is hozzávetőlegesen ekkor láttam utoljára.

Some words on different perspectives..

Just seen this photo on the internet.

I asked my family members to interpret the picture:

My older child (13 – a Generation Z teenager..): “The 2 birds are fighting for food!”

Then I asked her little brother (9): “They are sharing food/ feeding each other..”.

Asked myself, a lawyer: “It’s what we call a ‘joint possession’..”

Asked my husband, an engineer: “The fish is too big, the birds are trying to cut it into two.”

Whatever the interpretation is, it would most probably not be the right moment to run a satisfaction survey on the fish, as the client.