Leuven

Recently I have visited a conference in Leuven University, Belgium.

Beautiful town.

From this fact and the quality of presentations I immediately concluded that one of our children should definitely come here to study.

I immediately started to contemplate which one of them should be The One, during which process I analysed highly scientific factors.

Among them the most relevant argument seems to be that the University is situated approx. 2 kms from the railway station, which distance needs to be covered completely on cobblestone, and that, on a daily basis, is really challenging on high heels, so it should be our son, Walter.

At the same time, if one of you is aware of a university which can be accessed on a smooth surface, please let me know, as apart from our 10-yr old son, I also feel like deciding on the future of my 13-yr-old daughter, is preferably still today.

Later

Our son (10): ‘Mama, I’ve heard a word and don’t know what it means.’

Me: ‘Which word is that?’

He: ‘Abortion.’

Me: ‘Well.

If a woman doesn’t want to have a child, she goes to a hospital, and the doctors, with an operation, take the baby out of her tummy, when the baby is very very very small, months before it would be born.’

He (heavily thinking): ‘Take out?’

Me: ‘Yes.’

He: ‘But… then the doctors need to do it very very carefully to make sure the baby doesn’t get hurt..’

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Ok. A topic maybe for later.