Miss Eight requires a new German passport. It was necessary to take her with me, so that she could be finger printed.
On the way…
“Why do they need to finger print me?”
“Well, they need to fingerprint everybody because… hmm let me think about that… in fact, I can’t really answer that…let me get back to you.”
It would seem that yet again, my ‘oh so clever’ daughter has come up with a question I can’t answer.
“So where exactly are we going?”
“We are going to the Rathaus (Town Hall).” Ha! finally I manage to get it right.
“I know what they do at the Rathaus.” She seems to be chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“Oh, you do?” I can feel it coming…
“Yes, when you are born, they SIGN YOU ON at the Rathaus, and when you die, they SIGN YOU OFF.”
Ok, that wasn’t quite what I was expecting.
“Um, how do you know that?” Actually, I was scared to ask…
“Well mother, what DO you think I learn in school!”
Bamboozled yet again.