Tuesday, October 14, 2008

David van Gogh

Oh, what's this? Is Fearless Dave a little nervous about a strange woman with scissors? At least it was reassuring to find that there is something that scares David. Angie tried her best to comfort him by promising him that nothing would happen. As it turned out, Mama was full of shit.

In Angie's defense, she did not know at the time that the barber would slip and come close to turning him into David van Gogh. It was only a scratch, but as you might imagine, David's fear of barbers was not alleviated today.

The morning started out with an interesting glimpse into why, exactly, we are late to any event involving Angie. Just that statement should be enough to indicate the who but I have always wondered about the how.

Peter needed to be at kindergarten 15 minutes earlier, so we were already 25 minutes behind schedule. I kept my cool, but Angie panicked and started freaking out. 'We're not going to make it. We need to pack his lunch AND get him dressed. Holy shit! We're all going to die - Aaaaagghhh'. I am not sure if those were her exact words, but I am sure she won't mind if I just paraphrase.

As we rushed about making sure Peter was not late to his time-critical finger-painting class, I poked my head in the kitchen to check on Angie. She was supposed to be getting Peter's lunch ready, which in hindsight was rather stupid since it involved Angie preparing a meal.

This complicated snack normally consists of a box of juice, a sandwich and some cookies. This should not take long, at least not following my approach. Angie's approach is similar, only it involves doing all the dishes, mopping the floor, and defrosting the freezer first. See, Angie gets distracted easily and tends to start doing whatever pops into her brain at the time instead of prioritizing the tasks.

She turned and gave me the 'caught look'. She stopped alphabetizing recipes or cleaning the oven or whatever the hell she was doing and informed me that his lunch was almost finished. Well, it wouldn't be the first time today that Mama would be full of shit.
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I go to my drawing class.
David: When I go in the kindergarten and see Peter mit Mama and mit Tom.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I couldn't see Mommy.
David: When Christoph bite me.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play with you football.
David: When I go mit you to see the water and play mit Peter.

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