Greetings from sunny Holland! :-)

Sunday morning. (way too) early. Small person slips into bed and plants a noisy kiss on M's cheek. We're at my parents-in-law's place and I say a silent prayer that in this bed I'm sheltered between M and the wall.

B: Papa?? Papa!! PAPA!
M: ..... yeah?
B: Papa, you've got a weird spot on your nose.
M: ???
B: APRIL FOOLS! *giggle giggle*

We're in NL for a much needed long weekend away. The weather is gorgeous and we're spending time catching up with family. aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.....

My visit with ze German police went surprisingly well. They were very friendly and sympathetic. They doubted there was much they could do about the situation, but it was still nice to be able to tell the story to someone and have them react as incredulously as I had. And on top of it all it was yet another Better Than Berlitz language lesson. Now I can file a complaint in three languages! Verrrrrrrry handy! :-)

Hope you all survive today unscathed. April Fools Day is always a little scary for me. Once when I was about 8 and my brother and I ran upstairs to tell my mother that the toaster was on fire. She was, shall we say, slightly miffed after flying downstairs to find the toaster intact and us dancing around the kitchen chortling "April Fool's!". (I suppose I should add here that it wasn't even April.) When we were finally released from the hospital we swore off of April Fool's jokes forever. They're just too damned dangerous....