We were in Brussels this weekend, visiting friends. While at the Grand Place, a family came up to me and asked- in Swedish- if I could take their photo. I did, and used my tiny Swedish vocabulary to conduct a very brief conversation, all in Swedish.
I was feeling fairly proud of myself until I saw the look of mortification on my son's face. And here I thought I was going to be a 'cool dad' when I became a father...
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