Me big – she small

If Saturday, it is table tennis lesson for my daughter.

It’s me biking with her to the training.

Suddenly, on our way, I realise that she is wearing the wrong shoes (black street footwear instead of sporty ones), so I suggest her to play bare footed today (as 2nd best option).

She (studying my outfit): ‘Or, mama, as you are wearing your white sneakers, maybe to simply change shoes for the training..’

Me (patronisingly): ‘Creative idea, Sweetheart, indeed, but of course there is no way our sizes match..’

The photo is taken of me already on the bench.

Love is love

Last night I was home alone with the children (my husband being abroad for work).

With my son (10) we are watching videos by Queen on YouTube.

Me (showing him the below photos): ‘..And so he was Freddie Mercury.’

He (carefully studying the pictures): ‘They must have been very good friends, since they are together on a lot of photos.’

Me: ‘In fact, that gentleman was his love.’

He (truly surprised): ‘That other man with the moustache?’

Me: ‘Yep. It happens.’

He:

‘I see.

It’s good to be loved so much.’

That’s it, basically.