Exactly when did we grownups loose our ability to play. I, just as a number of parents I know, have realized

the fact that we are worthless at playing. Why is that? Are we so afraid of loosing control and be

considered ridiculous? Or do we get ticked off when we do play and our four and five year olds tell us when we are doing things wrong (or is it just mine and what does that say about me?). I wouldn't get too amused if my boss or colleagues continuously reminded me that I was doing things wrong. Or, are we just boring? I have unscientificly observed the fact that fathers, in general, are better at playing. I could draw conclusions out of this but will however, for once, keep these to my self… Never mind I don't know how to play Pokemon.

Fabian's birthday passed with presents and a tour to the local pool. Fabian enjoyed grandma's cinnamon rolls more than the water, which was strange. He usually get all psyched when he sees water. But Sam had fun and didn't want to go home. We invited our selves for dinner at some friends. With the result having the best evening so far this summer. Catching up and laughing over runaway mini flamingos and other things that just can't happen. The company of good friends must never be underestimated.

Vacation is on and it will be so good. I just reflected that I am still quite blessed that I enjoy my job and colleagues as much as I do (yes, also you Peter) that I haven't minded going there for almost a year without a longer break. 

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