Me (to my daughter): ‘Noëmi, you are so beautiful.’
Noëmi (15): ‘No way. No. Not at all.’
My husband joining us: ‘What’s the topic?’
Noëmi: ‘Nothing special. Mama is complimenting on her own genes.’
Category: genes
Mankind
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.
Genes
Paper and digital drawings of my daughter (14).
Quick conclusion based on the drawing skills which people say are inheritable within the family: no idea who the real parents of our daughter might be..
Genes
Me to my daughter: ‘You are more and more beautiful.’
She: ‘Mama, you are just complimenting on your genes.’
The Fastest Way to Start the Day (do-not-try-this-at-home version)
Our son, Walter (10), sleeps in the bedroom next to ours – we also have a common door.
This morning he asks me to dress him up (this negotiation process repeats itself every morning, by the way).
I inform him that this is unfortunately impossible – due to the fact that these moments I myself am hoping to get someone who dresses ME up.
Hearing this, he flies Hippo from his bed to ours, so Hippo will help me get dressed and so I can help Walter..
On the other hand, he himself admits he cannot rely with all this MasterPlan only on a single toy.. so he also flies Chicken, who according to the script will support Hippo in his devoted efforts to dress me up..
My husband wishes success to the mission, and – being pretty good in reading situations quickly – serves breakfast both to me and our son in bed today.
Genes
We must have changed our daughter in the hospital when she was born.
Yesterday I asked her whispering, so her brother should not hear, if she wanted some chocolate.
She answered she’d rather go for a carrot.
Clearly no genetic link.
Italian
A regular Sunday evening home – each member of our family communicating in his/her own temper.
Me (exhausted): ‘I’ve been suspecting for a while that our children have inherited some secret Italian genes..’
My husband: ‘I would love to talk to you about it only I cannot hear what you’re saying..’
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