Driving home from preschool, Berry says from the back seat, "Mommy, PLEASE. Please tell me you're not Australian. Please."
Why do I get the feeling this whole national/cultural identity thing might get tricky for us?
{Australia Day was the 26th and I forgot to mention it here. How very unAustralian of me. I did, however, follow up with a pavlova. Evidence above.}
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Why wouldn't she want you to be Australian?
ReplyDeleteAfter much reading between the lines, I suspect the idea is that if I'm not Australian, I can't be seized with a crazy urge to take off down under and leave her behind...
ReplyDeleteTerribly unAustralian of you not to remember :)
ReplyDeleteOh Berry, I can't wait to hear what you think of Australia when you're big!