My husband (to the shop assistant): ‘I would like a bike for myself – what do you recommend?’
Antwerp Government Office (‘stadsloket’), health prevention campaign encourages inhabitants to choose the stairs instead of the elevator:
‘Those who take the stairs have better sexual life.’
Good news: there are still some governments which think that public funds should be spent on messages serving the public interest.
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!’
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..’
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..’
Rotterdam, family trip into a museum of modern arts.
My son (10) (within 15 mins): ‘Can’t we by chance visit a museum, where the exhibited objects more resemble the labels next to them?’
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.
