Conversation during tonight’s dinner..

Z: “Mama, do you know where André Hazes is?”
Me: “Huh? No baby…” (Me thinking: Is she really referring to André Hazes??)
Z: “In heaven…”

Me: “….”

Z: “You know how he died?”

Me: (looked at my husband)

Z: “Because he drank too much beer!”

Me: “Seriously! Who told you that?”

Z: “Opa in the auto..”

Me: (Looked at my husband) “Call Pap!”

Husband called his father.  

He answered.  

Son told him what happened.

Opa on the other line: “Zoë said all of those to me..”

A 4 year old who knows André Hazes. Right.

Note (from Wikipedia):

André Gerardus Hazes (30 June 1951 – 23 September 2004) was a Dutch singer in a genre called levenslied (“song about life”), popular music about everyday life sung in the Dutch language. André Hazes was one of the most successful singers in this genre. Hazes recorded 31 studio and live albums and he released 55 singles


Conversations with Her

While watching Pete’s Dragon 🐉 

Mama: “Ooohhh, I also want a dragon.”

Her: “Shall I draw one for you?”


Her: “Mama! What color is that?”

Mama: (saw yellow but said) “I don’t know..”

Her: (looked at me disbelievingly..) “Are you joking Mama?”

Mama: “A bit…”

Her: “I don’t like jokes…” (with an angry, funny face)

My 4-year old! 😂😂

Work 🤗

We were sorting through some of her old things when I saw the Performance Logo in a lunch box.

“What is this baby?”, pointing at the logo of a Sports’s brand.

“Work.”, was her immediate response.

Work. 😂

“Yes, I know.  But what is this with the 3 stripes?”, I continued asking, not giving up.


People fighting..

Our little princess requested that we took a different route while going home from the Supermarket.

Her father then decided to drive around the street where some of the Syrian families (refugees) are living in at the moment.  (A stone throw away from our street).

We passed by the buildig and saw security guards, children on their bikes, a reception with a receptionist and a room that looks like a classroom.

We slowed down and it was indeed a classroom.

The City Hall converted one of the flats to serve as classroom for the Syrian children.

“Can I also attend school here, Papa?”, asked our 4-year old.

“No sweetpea. You have your own school and your own class and your friends.”, replied the father.

“For whom is that classroom then?”

“Those are for the refugees.”, her father continued.

And just what I was thinking, she asked, “What are refugees?”

“Refugees are people who ran away from the war.”, I explained.

“What is war?”, she asked.

“People fighting other people.”, Papa explained.

“Just like you and Mama?”, she immediately said looking innocent.

I looked at my husband via the frontview mirror.  He also was looking at me.

“Mama and Papa do not fight baby. Do we fight?”, I said looking at her directly.

“Soms..” (“Sometimes..”), she said looking sad.

We always made it a point not to fight infront of her (or as my husband pointed out – discuss things).  Sometimes, though, emotions surge and voices rise.  

Most of the time, the “discussions” involve her.

Tiptoe with caution.  Children knows.