The puffy shirt

This morning I found myself in a scene taken right out of an episode form Seinfeld. Every morning when I send off my youngest to her kindergarden she runs to the window to wave me off. But while waving me off she always has to say something as well. The problem is that the window is shut and of course I can't hear a thing. so it became a daily task to try and decipher what the hell is she on about. Like Seinfelf I often find myself trying to understand when have I promised this or that (which apparently I have in one of those mute conversations) and explain why I don't remember. So if you see me wearing a puffy shirt or doing something out of the ordinary know this... I probably didn't read the signals right.