Russians are always late

This morning, Juliana and I where very late for school (as usual) – and on our way there we bumped into a couple of parents whom even laughed/smiled at us.

It is kind of funny.

We just can’t seem to make it on time.

Juliana: Mom are we super late? why is everyone laughing at us?

Me: They are not laughing – they are smiling (they where laughing) and we are not super late just a bit late.

Juliana: Karl will be so mad at me. He always hates when I am late. He gets upset with me and only with me.

Me: What do you mean he only gets upset with you?

Juliana: Kostia is always late and he never gets upset with Kostia just because he is Russian.

Me: Whaaaat?

Juliana: Kostia is Russian so he doesn’t really know that here in New York they care about time so much. Like teachers and stuff…

Me: And stuff? Because he is Russian he doesn’t get it?

Juliana: He just moved to NY one year ago and in Russia it wasn’t like NY.

Me: How do you know this? He told you this?

Juliana: No… I just know it.

Me: How do you know it?

Juliana: Because he is always late, always, always.

My daughter’s reasoning its getting too complex for our morning runs.

Kostia is indeed always late but it has nothing to do with him been Russian. It’s his Mom’s fault (like it’s mine) and she is the nicest person.

Although I have to say, this morning she was one of the parents “laughing” at our lateness - the Russian happened to be in time today.

Russian mothers, Mexican mothers, Chinese mothers (well maybe not the Chinese), all mothers can be late.

It’s just not easy.