This morning it’s me with our son who are preparing breakfast.
Walter (10 ys): ‘I am making a toast to my 2nd papa.’
Me (patiently): Walter, I would never want to pick on irrelevant details, and I appreciate so much you practice your Hungarian, but just in case you would later tell this story to any of the grandmas when they call, maybe it’s important to know that in this context the Hungarian word order is “2nd” coming before and not after “toast”. That would certainly spare me some minutes explanation next time. Thank you.’
Our son (10ys): ‘Mama, I have written a poem! Wanna read it?’
Me: ‘Sure I will. … Wow, Walter, it’s not bad.. Go on, son!’
He: ‘I can’t.’
Me: ‘Why are you lowering the blinds?’
My husband: ‘It’s getting dark, we will soon turn the lights on and I will for sure not let strangers see my wife..’
Me: ‘That’s so cute!’
He: ‘…free of charge.’
i hear my children talk this morning:
Walter (10): ‘Noëmi, I don’t know what happened, my mobile phone won’t work – can you fix it, please?’
Noëmi (14): ‘Ok, let me see… ready, here you are. It was quite simple – even mama would have been able to fix it. So may I ask you to next time check with her first, and only if there is a real tech problem, come to me?’
Lockdown strawberry – born in captivity.