Our daughter (13): ‘Papa, would you take a photo of me with your mobile phone, so I can see how these trousers look on me?’
My husband: ‘Let me guess: the battery of the mirror is flat again..’
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..’
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..’
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.
My son (10): ‘Mama, what did you say once again the reason was that you took MY chocolate lollipop?’
Me: ‘It’s because I love you too much. I cannot simply let all that chocolate harm your teeth.’
Walter: ‘I just can’t wait to grow up. I.will.be.a.very.caring.papa.’