He’s pretty strict with the rules

I was just closing down my home office space for the day, when my two year-old son stormed in, carrying an FFP2 mask. He was pretty clear about his goals for the next ten minutes. He was going to play ‘shop’ with me. In ‘shop’ the rules are simple. He’s the shop owner, and I’m the customer. His shop is a DIY house out of two old refrigerator boxes that I made for him about one year ago and which has become a permanent part of our interior decoration. He usually sells wooden fruit, chestnuts, and imaginary coffee, which he will prepare fresh while you’re waiting. I was quite in the mood for such a hot drink, so in excitement I hurried to his shop. My son quickly called me back, seemingly slightly offended. Before we would play shop, I had to fit his mask properly, and he made it quite clear that without mine, I wasn’t welcome in his shop. It’s clear, if my son would’ve been in charge of evert from the onset, this pandemic would not have gotten so out of hand…

Today there were few options. Imaginary coffee and a pear.

Published by Robin Heinen

Father of two | Husband | Entomologist and Ecologist | Postdoctoral Researcher @ TUM | Traveler | Coffee Addict

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