Tuesday, June 14

Bon Voyage

Etan away Monday morning to the Isle of Wight for five days . Road trip, dude. We check, and double-check, the gear. His class+five adults picked up by coach at the school entrance. Also joining is Head Teacher Mr X who, I note , "a very brave man." X has heard my joke many, and many, times before : there is always one smart-ass dad on the playground and if you do not know who it is, well, it's you. So Eitan has no problem at the drop off - in fact, he happily joins his gang and gives me a sheepish hug and off he goes. One step closer to the exit, I tell a few of the choked up mums.


Me: "Miss your brother, Madeleine?"
Madeleine: "Is that a serious question ?"

Madeleine douses an omelet in ketchup.
Madeleine: "See, you can put ketchup on everything."
Me: "Yeah?"
Madeleine: "Eggs. Pizza. Pasta. Chicken, Fish, Salmon. Pretzels. Rice, burgers."
Aneta: "Fish . . "
Madeleine: "Toast, bagels, steak . .."
Aneta: "Potatoes . "
Madeleine: "Crackers."
Me: "Crackers?"
Madeleine: "Yes, Dad."
Aneta: "You can put ketchup on everything."
Me: