Children are the flowers of the earth.
Screaming, unintelligibly bumbling, crashing into each other, arguing and never listening small flowers of the apocalypse. Sigh, I love children. (without irony, seriously)
In other news, my four-year old brother made a new friend among the neighbours today.
Our crew today was the Chinese boy (6 years and an old friend of ours), the French girl (5 years and freshly befriended) and our own Russian little rider of apocalypse (4 years). His German is way worse than of the others, therefore I have to work as translator, mediator between conflicts and the occasional crashbag to help soften the fall.
The girl is really cute by the way. Part of me wishes I had a small sister instead of a brother, cause little boys are a nightmare to raise and my brother is a bag full of trouble. But ehh, he’s my bag of trouble after all. Raising him is character building and is good training for my own future children.
The major events today was when my bro threw the ball on the garage roof, but a friendly neighbour got it down, thank God, then the girl was on verge of tears because her bike is slow and she is always last, while the two boys were shouting at each and arguing who was first. (they could keep going forever, screaming into each other’s face)
Flowers of the apocalyptic world, as I said. <3