tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105614.post-73692450718710119152008-07-06T20:56:00.003+02:002008-07-07T19:03:38.432+02:002008-07-07T19:03:38.432+02:00Peasants <a href="http://www.bakelandt.com/">This</a> is where you could find The Girlfriend and I this weekend. Between the military cemeteries and the many -many!- farms of Poelkapelle we were minding a bunch of kids, all of us dressed like early 19th century peasants. "Theatre walks" is what they call it. Walking through the farms of Poelkapelle and being stopped for tiny little plays now and again, is what I'd call it. But fun was had. Especially when we saw the groups coming from afar and the kids had to rush to hide their pink neon slippers, their sweets and sweet wrappers and -above all- their Nintendo DS. They had to beg for food you see, because we were poor and the French -those evil oppressors- stole everything. Apparently 8- to 10-year-olds have the most fun when they chat with one another on their Nintendos. Especially when they're sitting right next to each other. Their conversations consist of "hi" "how are you" "fine" "and you". I vaguely remember doing stuff like that with handwritten notes when I was their age. Oh, technology. Less fun was this little piece of conversation with the most talkative and bossy girl of the group (Obviously I detested her) Future Vixen: "So do you have a boyfriend?" Me: -glancing at The Girlfriend- "A boyfriend? No, I don't have a boyfriend" Future Vixen: "And how old are you?" Me: "27" Future Vixen: "you're nearly thirty and you still don't have a boyfriend?? I'm 11 and I've had boyfriends!" Me: "Well, if you go on like this you'll have six kids by the time you're 18, so there" Ok, so I didn't add that last part. But nearly thirty? The nerve! EDIT: Photos are now up on <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weetniet/sets/72157606011581646/">The Girlfriend's photosite</a>.Piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16644272482180927595noreply@blogger.com