When we were still in Chicago, Anders and I had dinner once at the home of his Swedish colleague, Johan. Johan and Anna have 2 children, and their youngest, John, was then about 4 years old. I can’t remember how long we had been together at that point, but I didn’t yet speak Swedish.
Anders, Johan and Anna spoke in Swedish a few times, but mostly the conversation stayed in English for my sake. During dinner, as the four of us were talking, in English, little John kept looking back and forth from Anders to his father, like a little ping pong game. Finally, apparently unable to take it anymore, he leaned over and stage-whispered, “Pappa, pratar inte den där gamla gubben svenska?!”
Of course, they all howled with laughter and so did I, after translation. 🙂
Today, Martin asked Anders if they had electricity when Anders was a kid.
My poor honey. LOL!
translation: “Papa, doesn’t that old man speak Swedish?”