Finally Canadians admit their country is full of bears.
I knew it.
By now we have made friends here in Toronto (there are people attracted by free Swiss chocolate, it seems) and we were therefore asked to feed our neighbors’ pets while they were away.
The pets consist of a non-red fish and a cat. Basic rule is that one should not be the other one’s dinner.
The job looked pretty easy and the Dwarves were excited about it.
After 2 days, Dwarf 2 deciding we needed some entertainment, managed to steal some salt in the kitchen and quick as light dumped it into Rainbow’s aquarium.
Blondes can think quickly under pressure (or so they think) and within a minute I was wondering if Rainbow was a sea or a fresh water fish (he had not told me), how he would manage to survive if salt water was not his cup of tea, if a little boy’s heart would be broken in case of any fishy passing (can you miss a pet fish?), how much would a new fish cost (would we need to sell the car in order to replace an extremely rare, exotic non-red fish?), and finally where can you discreetly sell your kid on the internet in Canada?
Rainbow Warrior survived and Dwarf 2 was threatened to have to lend his favorite bear to his friend to comfort him in case a tragedy occurred.
I am thinking about taking money out of his college fund to pay for hair dye.
Switzerland makes it quite easy for its citizens or visitors to pick souvenirs. Who does not like chocolate?
Other options include Swiss army knives or even watches for people who don’t have kids to feed and entertain, and can therefore afford to bring back nicer presents to friends and relatives.
Being that the Dwarves demand to eat every day we usually stick with chocolate and sometimes knives.
As it seems passengers carrying potential weapons are not too popular in airports nowadays, we carefully packed these sharp gifts. To make sure they would not get stolen, I just stuck them in the Dwarves’ suitcase, in their shorts pockets.
This very smart strategy really made me sweat when I later could not find the knives and remembered I had sent the Dwarves to camp wearing the first thing I could find in their suitcase- shorts.
The thought of Dwarf 1 running some wild experiments implying electricity or a friend’s hand, or Dwarf 2 playing William Tell sure helped me fight jet lag.
What happens in Canada if you send your kids to school carrying their own little pocket knife?
Good thing is, the Children’s aid society already has our number (see Pillow fight).