Literary Skills

I was lying on the sofa reading a book and the younger sibling comes in with another of my books.

"Can I borrow this?" she looks at me, a face full of honesty. I glance at the book and tell her that she can. She sits down next to me and opens the book in the middle. She reads aloud in what can only be described as gibberish.

Let me explain. I can speak danish fluently because I was there until I was 10. She cannot. This book is in danish.

"Are you so good at danish that you don't have to start on the first page?" I ask, trying not to laugh. She looks at me like I'm being ridiculous. She sighs, "well when you can speak danish like me, you'll understand."

She continues speaking gibberish for another minute or so before snapping the book shut.

"Was it good?" I ask her.

"Very good. Shame you can't speak danish. You would have liked it."

She gets up and walks away. You gotta love that humour.