Lou's Diary
A little prince, not quite like the others
  Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).




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Welcome to Lou's blog

This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.

New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.


... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).

Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.

Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.

Want to know more ? Check out the "read me" page.

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Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.


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monday 27 december 2004

20. Shit = craque - boum - zute - flute

Daddy often says swear words when something is wrong. And since he likes do-it-yourself and he's clumsy ... I often hear him say "Shit !" (he prefers that to "Bitch" or "Bordel", because he respects the world's oldest trade).
That's all I needed to save the above mentioned word on my little hard drive.
Hence I started saying, sometimes, "Shit!", "Shit!", "Shit!"... And in every possible flavor : "little dog Courage" style (read the article below), Mr René style (same) etc...
The pleasure of transgression, once again. Well yeah, I don't see why he should be allowed to and not me...
Besides, in a certain way, Sh... means worries, so it's a way for me to conquer the reigning "tension" (you don't say Sh.... when everything is ok, do you?). That'll teach daddy to watch his language !
But, as usual, I reckon I do abuse it. So daddy and mommy tell me : "No, Lou, you musn't say shit !". And I go around the obstacle by playing : (me) : "Shit !" (still me) "But, little Lou, you musn't say shit !" (me again, getting angry at myself) "Shit !" - "But ! Loulou, you musn't say shit !" (etc...).
My parents searched and finally found the solution : they tell me I should use "flute" or "zut" or even (and that really made me laugh) : "Craque-boum-zute-flute!".
Which means now... I sometimes corrct myself... or change my game by saying : "Shit ! - you musn't say shit, you must say "Craque boum zute flute".
Finally, daddy watches his language... although sometimes, I still hear him say Sh....
By Luc Boland, at 11:11 :: My own world :: #35 :: No comment
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