The bank job

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We still don’t get the banking system here (see Little Miss Nobody and Rain checks). Must be genetic because we are Swiss, or just because I am blonde.

Can anybody explain me how come I cannot perform a minor administrative change to our account because it is under the Man’s name (I am not even talking about taking a bunch of money out of it or closing the account), but I can cash a $ 2000 check (from Dwarf 2 daycare who decided to overcharge us last summer…he must really be high maintenance) without anyone paying attention to my ID, which I was told was not actually needed?

And yes, my name was misspelt on the check, too.

Living with bears (just needed a catchy title)

Dwarf 2, stroking my arm with a piece a candy (no, I don’t know why):

– It works better on you, daddy has more fur.

Well, it does not seem the Man really needs such a hairy coat right now: it’s close to 10°C in Toronto -in case you are wondering, I do not mind at all: it’s nice to be able to feel my nose and fingers when I go out.

And to be sure I still own all of them when walking back inside.


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Image credit American Dad!




We are leaving Canada, the Dwarves are making sure we know they are upset and it’s not -25 C here in Toronto. Everything is well.

The Dwarves will obviously attend a new school, and thinking it would help we looked at their respective schedules.

It turns out they get to see a film on a regular basis.

Dwarf 2, a hardcore cartoon fan, was quite enthusiastic about this.

I explained it may not be a cartoon, but a regular film.

“Yes, mom, I get it. We will be watching adult movies.”

Yes, honey, and don’t forget to tell the nice child protection services lady about it.