The Meester took the Mini to the park last night, while I stayed home and took a much needed bath. There was another woman there with her two children. He relayed this to me when he got home, which makes me wish I would have been there, because when he told me, I felt the ache in his brain.
Meester: (talking to the Mini) sesdkfasawhhi ghaekdhe ighag (this would be Norwegian, which is mainly what he speaks to the Mini in, as he’s Norwegian, duh. But I can’t speak or write a lick of it. Even after listening to it).
Woman: What language are you speaking in?
Woman: Oh, so do you work for Ikea?
Meester: (thinking: bite your tongue) ………….