albin, annas oldest son, has some sort of “work-practice” week at school. this has resulted in me having him along for a day in my regular artistic practice. seeing as my “regular artistic practice” isn’t very communicative at all, and that i’m mostly straring into a screen, drinking coffee or smoking, i decided to show him the principles of lock picking.
he picked it up quite quickly [har har]. in fact, he now routinely picks a padlock that i’ve managed to pick only once. he did it in litteraly ten seconds after a couple of attempts.
good for him. really. i’m not being bitter. at all.