Yesterday Lydia’s school had påskpyssel, which translates more or less to “Easter arts and crafts,” and they spent all day making various Easter decorations. Parents were welcome to join in the fun, so Olof and Tage went over in the morning then came home for lunch, then Tage and I went back in the afternoon. It was just your basic construction paper eggs, bunnies, and chicks type of deal, but one little boy turned it into a hilarious time. Apparently I am rather well-known as the “foreign mom,” and this little boy came up to me almost immediately and told me, in Swedish, that he knew how to speak some English. I asked him what he could say, and he replied, “fish … big fish.” Throughout the rest of the time I was there, he kept returning with various bons mots that he had evidently gleaned from American movies and television shows, including “hellooo, girls,” “shut up,” and “howdy, partner” (complete with bowlegged swagger). One wonders what it is he’s watching.

Today is Debi’s* 31st birthday … can it really have been ten years ago that we were 21? Now that was a year … remind me to tell you sometime about a road trip the two of us took to Nebraska the summer we were 21. On second thought, don’t — I’d like to maintain my wholesome image. In any case, happy birthday, Deb!

Well, I’m fresh out of interesting things to write about, so I guess I’ll wrap this up and call it good. I always want to write those long, long entries that some people are so good at, but I run out of steam pretty quickly, I’m afraid.

*Yes, she has started a blog, but I’ve been forbidden to reveal the address just yet. I’ll wear her down sooner or later.