When my mom said roomba, I thought surely it was a dance. I could imagine her dancing with Dad, if he didn't still had a bad knee. Perhaps I could join them, I thought.
|Men det var denne her der var roomba. En robotstøvsuger. Den kan man da ikke danse med!|
But this was roomba. A robot vacuum cleaner. You can't dance with this!
Nu kan hun sidde og skrive blog samtidig med at huset bliver støvsuget.
Mom bought it, and she was thrilled, when she saw how effective it is. She can't understand that I'm not bald, because I'm shedding all over the house, and she is tired of all the shed.
Now she can sit and write my blog while the house is vacuumed.
|Det er altså ikke min pels, det der. Det må være Dudis. Det må det være.|
That's not my fur. It has to be Dudis. It must be.
Måske kan Dudi få en tur så hun kan køre ligesom katten.
Maybe Dudi can get a ride like the cat.
|Kan I forestille jer det? Jeg kan.|
Can you imagine this. I can.