I was dressing in the bedroom this morning when Matthias called for me from the livingroom.
Matthias: “Mor, kom!” (come, mother!)
Me (still dressing, shouting from the bedroom): “Jeg kommer!” (Coming)
A few seconds later…
Matthias (slightly impatient): “Moooor, kooom!”
Me (putting away my evening gown, making the bed, tidying up the bedroom): “Jeg kommmmer!” (Coooming!)
4 seconds later, Matthias bursting into the bedroom, pointing at my legs: “Se dine ben, mor, de kommer ikke!” (Mom, look at your legs, they are not coming!)
