(What the icon says)

...and because it's a nice little snapshot.
Last Sunday I was invited for brunch at my Swedish colleague's place; among the guests was a lovely young couple whom I'd already met previously, the head of the IMF office (Danish) and his wife (Finnish) with their son, whose name is Arne. He's 3 and adorable, and that's not something I'd ever say lightly.
I was sitting on the balcony and chatting with a few people, when Arne came along and declared that he wanted strawberries. So we went to get them, and I sat him on my lap and fed him strawberries. He speaks very good English, and we had a long and interesting conversation, which mainly consisted of him asking "Why?" and me trying to answer the question.
When he'd discovered that he liked the taste of basil (But remember, Arne, you must always ask mum before you put any leaves or plants into your mouth! -- Why? -- Well, because they might be poisonous -- Why? -- Because there are things you can eat and things that make you sick, and the poisonous ones make you sick -- Why? -- Because poison does really awful things to your body... etc.etc., you get the drift) he decided that he wanted to stock up on basil leaves and store them in my bra.
Me: Arne, I don't think that's a good idea.
Arne: Why?
Me: I don't really want basil in my bra, and there's not much room for storage either.
Arne: Why? What's in there?
Me: My breasts.
Arne: Why?
Me: Well, I can't put them elsewhere. They grow on me, just like your ears grow on your head. You can't put those elsewhere, either.
Upon which he nodded sagely. (God knows where he put those leaves...)

When he and his parents left, I asked whether I might give him a kiss.
The demand was granted in a very gracious manner. Then Arne reached out, squeezed my breasts with both hands and said, "I like you!"
Everybody agreed that this was an open, straightforward approach to women. Strangely enough, no-one seems to have tried it out yet...