For Some Weird Reason...

...we tend to have a knack for attracting adorable little two year old blonde Norwegian boys. Unfortunately, this doesn't translate to also having a knack for attracting not two year old Norwegian boys. Dang. Probably cuz 16 year olds don't run around in restaurants and randomly start talking to strangers, as has been the case for the Norwegian two year olds we've met. Yesterday we went to dinner and had two little perfect Aryan boys somewhere between the ages of one and five at the table behind us who kept turning around and giving us stares of awe and waving. Not too uncommon from any little kid at any table next to you in any country anywhere. But my personal favorite was when we went to an amazing seafood restaurant in Bergen and one of the families near us had twins that were a boy and girl that were also perfectly blonde and adorable (imagine that) and the little boy, it turned out, really really really enjoyed running around the restaurant, where he established our table as his favorite and kept coming back for more attention from us while we waited for our food. One of his favorite things to do was show us how his Buzz Lightyear shoes lit up when he stomped them. Oh, and he liked to pay attention to my dad except when my dad tried to get his attention to show him some awesome (and by awesome I mean not awesome) magic tricks. So basically, this little random kid was our evening entertainment. It was awesome. And he was adorable. End of story. I hope this dude gets famous so that I can be all like "Oh yeah I just entertained him when he was two at some random restaurant in Bergen no big deal I'm better than you."

Of course, if you were to respond to that with, "Well at least I don't completely repel Norwegian boys that aren't two, SUCK IT", then that would be an effective rebuttal. Seriously, Merty Terty and I have luck that is basically equivalent to the French and Belgians in WWI and II combined. One of our only chances was at dinner two days ago with friends of our Norway Master, Ed. It was with a family that he knew that had grandparents and the son in his forties (Jan) and his family including his son and daughter that were a little bit younger than us. During dinner, Maaike and Heidi and David (just some other peeps on our tour, if you hadn't figured that out) were busy being entertained by the dog, Cecil, which we later found out that it was actually named Cesar, when Ed asked Jan, "So, how old is your oldest now?", to which Jan replied, "Oh he's 17 now." And when Ed asked where he was, Jan's response was "He decided to stay at home and watch the dog, getting too old to be with his parents." [insert chuckle by Jan and Ed here] WTF MATE? Not cool. In fact, that's borderline totally lame as butt.
The dinner was crazy good, on a separate note, more on that later in a different post.

Here's some more random pictures from our exploits (or lack thereof):

Bubble busker in Oslo

 Pretty self-explanatory

Bryggen in Bergen, kinda (totally) reminds us of Diagon Alley