Taking a random tram ride to the outskirts of Bern, serendipitously finding a playground, climbing in a huge swing with the boys, looking up at the sky as the sun pokes through the clouds. Jman shouting: “Higher! Higher!” as I pump my legs awkwardly while lying on my back. Mpants squirms onto my belly and …
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Tastes like and old snail’s smelly fart!
Jman sneaks a cherry tomato from the tray as I am cutting them for the salad and pops it in his mouth. Two seconds later, he opens the drawer under the sink and spits it into the garbage. “Blech. Blech. Blech.” “Something wrong Jo?” “Tastes like an old snail’s smelly fart!” “Blech indeed.”