It has been an extremely hot and sunny weekend in Helsinki.
After swimming and bicycle-riding the cubs wanted to travel somewhere.
A: I want to fly to France.
J: Not to France. You can't even speak French.
A: But I want to go to France. There are so many boats there.
J: But in England there are many...erm...black holes!
A: I want to go to Africa then.
J: Ha ha. You have to jump from an airplane to get there.
A: But I am an African boy. How didn't you recognize me? My name is Fideliscasterix. *
J: You're not from Africa. You are just...Mrs Piippola. **
J runs away, A follows furiously. They quite accidentally
cross the border of DNGNTRL (definitely never go near the road-land).
Me: Come back NOW!
Me: Come back NOW or you'll ever... erm...
[deep thinking: you will ever see any movies / eat strawberries / have friends / travel anywhere...]
Me: Come back NOW or I'll shout!
[not so deep thinking: but I am doing it already]
Me: Just come back.
They come back.
J: Sorry, forgot.
A: It wasn't me. It was the bubble-gum in my mouth leading.
* I don't think A (3) has any connection to Cuba, though.
** Mrs Old MacDonald.
J took the photo of his artwork: How to make a Swiss flag by eating an apple.
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