With the family in a Brabant amusement park. It’s busy. Very busy. We shuffle from fairy tale to fairy tale, while I try to keep the overview. And then … our four -year -old daughter is suddenly gone. My heart skips. Legs in sprint position. Along gnomes, giants and talking trees, I look for, convinced that she pops up every moment. After an emotional eternity, she appears. Hand in hand with a friendly lady. “Is that your father? You said he has a beard.” To which she says, “Yes, but he shaves him every day.”
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