The Dad: Oh honey, it’s not that bad.
Also 8 year old me: Okay!^^
At home…
8 year old me: Mommy! Daddy taught me some new words!
The Mom: Oh that’s nice honey! What are these words?
8 year old me: *Starts reciting every racial slur known to man*
The Mom:….
Also the Mom: *Glares at Dad and pulls out the slipper*
The Dad: *Running while Mom is giving a blazing glare at him, attempting to swat at him with the slipper*
The Mom: *Catches up*
Also the Mom: *Tackles the Dad and beats him with the slipper*
8 year old me: *Eating Popcorn*
[End of flashback]
Mom (present day): So that’s how you lost your father.
Me: Oh…..
My mind: Scheiße. Verschwinde von hier, bevor auch du den Pantoffel bekommst!
(Translation: “Fück. Get out of here before you get the slipper too!”)
