Those are... fun.
Or something.
It's been quite a night over here. It always is.
This morning Mom drove us to school. She doesn't drive in Switzerland much. The laws are different, and she hasn't had a great need to do a whole lot of driving anyways, but today someone decided that she needed to be comfortable on the road, and so the solution to that problem was to put the entire family at risk.
I had a field day with it actually, because it was a very satisfying role-reversal.
Real Conversation-
Dad: Now, there's construction here, so the road gets narrower.
Mom: No, really?
Me: OH MY GOD, DON'T KILL THAT MAN! JESUS CHRIST! THERE'S A CAR THERE'S A CAR THERE'S A CAR WATCH THE ROAD!
Mom: Clara stop it!
Me: I had to drive with you like that for nine months. I think I earned this.
We pulled up to the school somehow in one piece. There's this thing painted on the road where the school-zone starts. It looks like a boy, sort of, with the 30 km/h limit painted on his head. We always comment on it, but Grace is never paying attention and tends to miss it. I think today was the first day she saw the thing.
Mom: See, there's the boy painted on the road!
Grace: That doesn't look like a boy
Me: It looks more like a deranged boy
Mom: And he's got a 30 on his head! Like "Hi, I'm thirty years old, I'm a pedophile, and I'm here for your children!"
Sanna has this cool watch that tells you the time (out loud) if you press the right button.
Sanna's watch: IT IS NINE O CLOCK!
Herr M-T: You should let her out; she sounds unhappy.
Clara
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