I worked out in the yard about an hour after all three kids had already given up and gone in. When I came in to lunch, R. said, "T. was crying when she came in from doing yard work with you. Did you really tell her, "Klappe halten, weiter machen!"
Me: "No, of course not... All I said was to quit whining and to work ten more minutes until the big hand was on the six..."
Germans often have in their floor plans something called a "family bathroom"; they don't seem to be as enamored of the "master bath" as Americans are, or as fond of the 'en-suite' as the British. That's neither here nor there, except to explain how it was that my husband, my daughter and I were all crowded around the bathroom sink this morning getting ready for our day. Between alternate turspitting, my husband reminded me he had volleyball practice tonight and I reminded my him that tonight is 'Ladies Poker Night."
Immediately my daughter became very still: she stopped brushing her hair, and then said in a small voice, "Aber Mama, bitte nicht ALLES riskieren!"
(i.e. Mama, don't stake EVERYTHING!)