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

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wednesday 18 may 2005

96. Who ARE they ?

inconnuSince about ten days ago, two new characters made their appearence in my monologues and other stories I make up.

The thing is as soon as I'm left unattended, I seize the chance to talk to myself. I create stories with the words going through my mind and the main characters in my life, including fictional characters.
It's usually far from being logical and structured, and I tend to frequently skip from one subject to the other.

On top of it, every time I make up stories I do it like comedians reading stories on tape or on CD : I change my voice according to the character I'm playing ( just like Marlene Jobert reading "Goldilocks" ). In short I constantly change the tone of my voice with every character, and since I sometimes mumble, it becomes kind of hard to follow !

So trying to figure out which characters are real and which ones are fictional can be a real brain teaser for my parents.
Ok so they know Elisa, Elisabeth, Marianne, Fabiola, Mister Guy, Marie-Anne, Granpa, etc... (on the "real" side) and little dog Courage (as far as fiction goes), but lately I started mentioning a certain "madame" and a certain "Olivier".

The result is something like that (you let your imagination fill the gaps):
Me (imitating little dog Courage) : "Are you ok Madame ?"
Me (imitating a deep feminine voice) : "Yes I'm ok little dog Courage"
Me (imitating little dog courage) : "But I'm scared !"
Me (imitating an even deeper tone of voice) : "You musn't be scared, everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine..."
Me (little dog Courage) : "Yes Olivier. Everything is fine !"

So daddy and mommy started questioning me in an attempt to understand :
- Lou, who is Madame ?
- It's Madame !
- And who is Olivier ? Is it someone from school ?
That's when I either remain silent or start talking nonsense, just to keep the mystery going for a while. I'm really not helping them. It's up to them to work their brains.

And that's how daddy started thinking (he knew quite a few "Olivier") and finally figured out who he was : a friend living down the street, who I met for the last time ... two months ago ! Pretty obvious huh, anyway ! I had a lot of fun with him.
So last night, to check out his theory, daddy called Olivier and handed me the phone. You can imagine my amazement... I was all startled. So I talked to him, but it didn't really make any sense.

Now the last piece of the puzzle : who is "Madame" ? A memory of the baker talking to a client ? A neighbour who often says hello to me when I'm outside ?
The mystery remains intact..
By Luc Boland :: mercredi 18 mai 2005 at 09:44 :: Day by day :: #115 :: rss


Your comments

Hello Lou, I think it is lovely that you have such a wonderful imagination, I'm sure your mummy and Daddy are very proud of you. I dont have a little boy, I have three girls at my house so i hope it's OK for me to drop by again and see how you are getting on. ;-)

jeudi 19 mai 2005 at 10:54, comment from Karen :: email :: site :: #
 

Hi Loulou! I make up stories for my own amusement as well. It's very fun and sometimes funny what I come up with. I'll bet your stories are so interesting. I'd love to hear one of them sometime. Kisses, sweetheart!

vendredi 20 mai 2005 at 16:56, comment from stephie :: email :: site :: #
 

Hello Lou & family. I am visiting after reading Vegemite's blog. Have a nice weekend. From Annie in England xx

vendredi 20 mai 2005 at 18:38, comment from Annie :: email :: site :: #
 

It sounds like a very creative way to entertain yourself (and your parents too!). Don't let them talk you out of all of your secrets. Everyone loves a good mystery!

samedi 21 mai 2005 at 20:41, comment from Kristy :: email :: site :: #
 

G'day Lou,

That sounds great my little mate. I make up stories in my head all the time and play out characters. It must be hard for your family to keep up with your mischievious impressions at times, but it would be so much fun trying to work out who you are talking about.

Catch up with you again soon

Kathy xoxoxo

samedi 21 mai 2005 at 23:08, comment from vegemiterules :: email :: site :: #
 

Shure that's fun !

dimanche 22 mai 2005 at 12:20, comment from Luc :: #
 

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