Almost full moon

Yesterday driving home from Wiesbaden the night was incredibly clear and the moon was bright in the sky, so I just had to go for a walk. Snowpants, two jackets, gloves, earmuffs, a hat, and a thick scarf wrapped around my mouth and nose: All that was showing were my eyes, and it was still pretty cold!

Simon is going to the "theater" this weekend, and invited me to go with. No, not the movie theater. That's a "cinema" (Kino, auf deutsch). The theater, with live actors and all that. When was the last time YOU met a (straight) guy, who would go to the theater for any reason other than to impress a girl?

I made a traditional British fish pie on Monday. Kind of like Shepherd's Pie, only with fish instead of beef. I also made a small corner of it with ham instead of fish, since my two darlings don't particularly like fish. I had all the ingredients laying on the counter but I was still in the process of layering them, with both Joel and Norina sneaking bites while I "wasn't looking". Half an hour later I pulled the pie out of the oven, and called the two of them to wash their hands. Norina was in the middle of drawing a picture, so I said she could have another minute to finish, and my sweet little Joel waited until she was done drawing and had walked up to the sink, then he pushed her out of the way so he could wash his hands first. Norina did exactly what I would have done: she pushed him back, and he got angry and grabbed her arm with his now wet hands. I grabbed his arms away and said as sternly as I could without yelling,

"Joel, das ist NICHT OK!"

Then he stormed of the kitchen and declared that he hates fish pie, and spent the rest of the day eating bananas.

Ode to Joel

I know you love ham, and you tolerate peas.
You love mashed potatoes, but especially cheese.
So I don't understand, can you please tell me why
You'd rather eat bananas than tasty fish pie?