Can I get married? Please mum?
Oh, I'm not sure. To whom?
To you.
5/27/10
5/25/10
Male bonding
Discussion in the back seat:
-Say "Real Madrid sucks"
-Real Madrid poo?
-Close enough, Son.
-Say "Real Madrid sucks"
-Real Madrid poo?
-Close enough, Son.
Waking
He tiptoes into my bed and lies twitching, points to his wide open eyes: "I can't sleep, look, I'm all open!"
5/24/10
In Antibes
Standing in front of a sligthly too "fresh" fish display at the Antibes markets: "Look, they're talking."
5/12/10
5/1/10
Art attack
I try to excite Mr T into a small gallery in Sollér: "These paitings are by a man called Miró, aren't they pretty?" Mr T gasps with (genuine) excitement. I feel (pretentious) pride as he leaps forward: "REALLY? Wow, what is it? A fire hose?" My heart sinks as I see my son in front of the wall-hung fire equipment: "Yes. It is".
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