At one stop, a cute little blond-haired Danish boy got on with his parents and made me move over so that he could sit at the front of the car, too. He then proceeded to "drive" the rest of the trip, his foot on an imaginary accelerator regulating our speed and his fingers stabbing imaginary buttons to open and close the passenger doors at the stops. As he and his parents got off the train, his father asked me, "Did you have a safe and comfortable trip?" We laughed and I complemented the 5-year-old on his excellent driving skills. (Too bad we didn't get a photo of him.)
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Copenhagen, Denmark
At one stop, a cute little blond-haired Danish boy got on with his parents and made me move over so that he could sit at the front of the car, too. He then proceeded to "drive" the rest of the trip, his foot on an imaginary accelerator regulating our speed and his fingers stabbing imaginary buttons to open and close the passenger doors at the stops. As he and his parents got off the train, his father asked me, "Did you have a safe and comfortable trip?" We laughed and I complemented the 5-year-old on his excellent driving skills. (Too bad we didn't get a photo of him.)
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