Over breakfast this morning:Me: Mamma kona (mum woman)
Mum: en Oscar? (but Oscar?)
Me: Oscar maður (Oscar man)
Mum: Hvað með pabba? (what about dad?)
Me: pabbi maður (dad man)
Mum: en Irene? (but Irene?)
Me: Irene öskubuska (Irene cindarella)
And at lunch today, every piece of the tunafish-steak that entered my mouth was accompanied with: fiskinn miiinnnn, namminamminamm!
Live IS good!
2 comments:
oooooh, lucky irene to have a brother who already recognizes that she is a princess!
Flott hjá brósa, alveg með á hreinu hver er hvað..
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