We were having dinner at Lappi when Seba earnestly asked his father,
"Would you like to be a lawyer for a ninja (referring to himself)
if you don't become a postman?" I look up from my poronkaristys.
I am trying to make the connection between postmen and ninjas.
Seba catches me smiling and asks, "What do you want to be when you
grow up Mommy?"
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