Gnomes in the snow, gnomes in the sun, it’s one fine day in April today…
He said: Look what I found in the shops!
She said: But Daddy, those Kinder eggs with the spoon are really disgusting.
He said: But I thought, you guys might think the gnomes are cute?!
She said: No!!!
He said: Is criticism the only form of communication in this country?
She said: Can I have the pink one?
Sigh.
I find the small raw/fried eggs on a half shell of chocolate, sold in packages of about a dozen at Aldi odd. The yolk, the egg white, it’s like cooked salted breakfast food and yet…that chocolate ‘bowl’ or is it a ‘nest’ under the raw/cooked egg. Never bought them. Maybe they taste great. Garten Zwerge. There is a plastic one parked to the left of our front door. Belongs to my German MIL. Some days his cheery face is a bit annoying but in general I like his positive Strahlung.
Große Erleichterung am Schluß. Sigh. Sie war doch noch zufrieden zu stellen. Und ich hatte schon Angst vor einem Zwergenaufstand.
Ihr geht es gut. Der australische Papa hat wohl eher Schwierigkeiten mit dem Ton im Land der Dichter & Denker …