Sunday, May 30, 2010

Washing machine

Today I heard Heidrun scream in our cellar: "WHO DID THAT?!?!". I rushed down to see what happened. Well, one of our kids (the culprit will remain unknown I assume since obviously all suspects deny responsibility) had thrown a diaper into our laundry and we didn't notice. Now if you think that accicentally washing a handkerchief in the washing machine is bad then the comparison is like this: Washing handkerchief = pub fight, washing diaper = World War II. Those things can take a lot of liquid, but they can't handle a one hour program including a 1200 rpm spin cycle :). Basically it explodes inside and the outcome is NOT pretty. I hope our washing machine still works. After cleaning up the mess I didn't dare starting it up again yet.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Delay reading

Apart from delaying the ability to speak it's also advisable to delay reading. That's more difficult I suppose since there are institutions called schools that force children to learn this art. You might want to know why that's a good idea? Well go with child who has just learned to read through town. He'll read anything he sees to you and ask you questions. You might think: "Wow that is cute, how cruel that you don't want them to learn reading!". Well when you pass by your local playground that is also frequented by teenagers in their puperty, then you will notice that teenagers like to leave information about each other written with markers or spraycans that are hard to explain to a seven year old. So recently I had to somehow explain to Florian why "Sandra has smelly pubic hair, is a slut and likes to fuck everyone." Also why she would leave her mobile phone number on a swing so that everyone can call her. Anyway I guess the problem is not that Florian can read, but that Sandra can write ...

Präsidentenwa(h)len

Vor ein paar Wochen war Bundespräsidentenwahl. Es dauerte ziemlich lang Matthias klarzumachen, dass das nichts mit Walen (dh. Walfischen) zu tun hat, va. weil es ja eine Kandidatin der "Blauen" gab, die aber kein Blauwal war. Als endlich alles klar schien, kam der Clou. Am Abend als ich im Internet die Ergebnisse nachsah, fragte Matthias wer gewonnen hat. Als ich ihm sagte "der Fischer" begann die ganze Diskussion wieder von vorn :) "Welchen Wal hat der Fischer gefangen? ..."