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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wednesday 16 march 2005

71. The novel of my meals (4)

repas de Lou 3(continued - and that's not all)
Meal time is the moment I prefer to play with words and my memory : I ask my feeder to do "the countries", "the Papuans", "the days of the week" (coming soon !), in short, to talk to me.
And then, to be thorough, there's the elephant Mommmy and Daddy got me for my 4th birthday : a soft toy that repeats everything it hears. The point of the game being to get angry at the elephant for repeating everything I say. Laughing guaranteed !
Also, I love it when daddy fools around at the dinner table and starts giving me silly answers when I ask him the name of the inhabitants of Papua. He says "the Papunasians!" I burst into laughter. "Wrooooong!" Daddy : "The Peepeenusians ?" Me : "The Paypaynesians" - laughter -
(all the pictures of my meal are taken from one of those Homeric breakfasts)

(to be continued)
By Luc Boland, at 22:15 :: My own world :: #90 :: 2 comments
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