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).
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.
DISCLAIMER
... 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.
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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tuesday 1 march 2005
66. "The newspaper store"
Every day daddy walks the dog and buys his newspaper before driving the "wee ones" to school (as he says). But on week-ends, since we have time, I sometimes join him. We both walk up the street until the store (well the three of us including Mega). I like the newspaper store because there is a fridge near the counter that makes a "buzzzzz" sound. I like the sound (and the warmth or coolness) of fridges. At school too, there is a drink vending machine at the entrance. Me and daddy even play on words when we pass in front of it : the coke machine becomes the kiki michine, the caca machane, the coocoo moochoone, the coin coin machoine, the keekee meecheene, and so on... We basically have fun ! But going back to the newspaper store, I enjoy those moments so much, the owners being so nice to me, that I turned them into a question I constantly ask my daddy : " Daddy, do you like the newspaper store ?". To which he better reply with a complete sentence ! ("Yes, I like the newspaper store") because then, while usually standing in front of the couch, I throw myself backwards at the sound of the word "newspaper". This is a good example of my numerous "fads" or repetitive games which I often abuse, so often that sometimes daddy makes me move on to something else.
