Ma vie en Suisse

The moment you realize you are of a different generation

We are driving home in the afternoon. “What would you like for goûter? (snack time)?”

“Cookies!!” Mpants exclaims right off the bat.

“Chocolate eggs!” Exclaims Jman (on a chocolate high from Easter).

“Raspberry purée?” I offer as a solution.

Something between the two demands.

Exactly like their mother, they looooovvvveee all things raspberry. I have been hiding these small pots of raspberry sauce (you sauce, but with raspberries). I planned to eat them surreptitiously… Myself. But, I hadn’t shopped for quite a few days and was out of alternatives.

“Yayaaaaay! Raspberry purée!” They shout. Excited at the thought.

And I start singing: “Raspberry purée”… To the tune of Prince’s “Raspberry Beret”. And the boys are singing it with me:

“Rasp-berry purée!” We sing at the top of our lungs.

“Rasp-berry purée!”

Me: “Haha. Let’s find that song on the Youtube and play it on the radio. You’ll love it!” Thinking that I can stream it to the sound system in the car when I do find it.

Jman: “What’s a radio?”

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