I’m not stupid, just monolingual.

I was riding down to pick Hugo up from preschool today and I pulled up at the traffic lights in front of a taxi (an aside - thank goodness the taxi drivers are less … insane … than Sydney taxi drivers, or I may not have survived the experience). I noticed he had a sign in his window saying “FRI” and I wondered what strange community service this was that required taxis to advise people of what day it is. Five minutes down the road, I realised it’s actually the Danish word for “FREE”. Of course. Even when nobody witnesses my moments of d’oh! they are still embarrassing. (Not so much so that I won’t blog it though. Obviously).

This morning I got a drink for Hugo and he took it without saying “Thank you” so I prompted him “Tak, Mor”. Rather than repeating me,  he said “no Mummy, you say it MOR” (it sounded exactly the same to me) and so I tried to say it right several times until he told me “Don’t worry Mummy, you just speak English”. *sigh*

I was buying some flowers (very cheap here!) this afternoon, and the florist asked me something in Danish - unfortunately, she didn’t speak English … though I have a funny feeling she was asking me if Sophie is a boy, or a girl. Hmmm. I still like her haircut.

The graffiti seems to be in English often, though. I’ve been watching this Obama graffiti over the past month or so. I think HOPE is winning.