More evidence that I am not Icelandic

This morning I bundled Palmer up and dutifully took him over to leikskola. But when we got there, things seemed a little off. The door was open, lights on, teachers there, but no kids. Palmer was the only boy in his class to show up as of 8:30 am.

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