When you have kids, you're a private investigator on a daily basis. What's this smell in your room? Where are the socks so I can put them where they belong? We're looking for notebooks and books; the teaspoons disappear; the phone God knows where it might be. They can't find the cardboard box to work on their project. The mask is out of place. Someone in this house keeps moving things. Lucky that I immediately find everything we need. I've got a good eye; I almost never sleep and know everything that happens around here. And if I don't, I anticipate it. Wait, what've I come in the kitchen for?
(Translated by Mihaela Guţu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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