The Frog King
So, we're home again. Hannes wasn't too impressed by those aer-o-planes. He slept through the entire flight.
With no ladies to charm, he just had his complimentary snack (Swedish milk) and went back to sleep. A shame, really, especially since we got to board the plane first of all, and I kinda secretly wanted everybody to see us and look at us and admire us when the three of us walked into the tunnel that led to the plane. (OK, two of us were walking, one of us was fast asleep in a chair).
Nobody said anything about Hannes, which disturbed me at first. He was so cute on the way to Sweden, he stole the show at Jessi's mother's birthday party .. and now this? Now, nothing? Sure, the guy has a few zits on his cheek and yes, his hair is a bit greasy (but we'll wash it tomorrow, I promise) but I thought he was still adorable. If you don't trust me, ask
Jessi.
Admittedly, the lady next to me, on the other side of the aisle, did take a glance at Hannes a few times, but she didn't say anything. Not even when we both smiled at her.
Must have been be a language thing. She must have been a Finn that thought that Hannes and I were Swedes.
Why else would she have told her partner in Helsinki, "Check out that little human being there", in Finnish?
And her partner replied, "Yeah, you have to be really careful here not to hit him with a jacket sleeve or something, by accident".
To which the lady said, "It's funny how people that small look like frogs".
I gave Hannes a kiss and covered his ears with my hand.
