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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wednesday 19 october 2005
127. In the car
(or how daddy exploits his flaws for educational purposes)
I know all about the car, and I like it even if it's not always fascinating. (I can't see the landscape). Good thing there's the radio and the conversations with my own personal chauffeur.
For example, to go to school, we cross the woods with the numerous wide turns pressing me against either side of my appointed little seat. Daddy takes advantage of the situation to explain to me : "We tuuuuuurn left and you are pushed to the right ! We tuuuuuuuurn right and you are pushed to the left ! Fun isn't it ?" I do like it, but the centrifugal force is quite a concept to grasp, even though in practice I am under its influence quite often (merry go rounds, spin wheels, etc ...). Speaking of which, I also understood the meaning of the word "traffic jam", because thanks to our daily morning crossing of the woods I know all about them. That said I can't complain : I know kids at my school who drive a hundred and fifty kilometers every morning and every evening in a schoolbus. As a result : they have to wake up at 5:30 am !
Since recently, my big hobby while in the car is to question daddy when I hear him grumble. I must say he's got character when he's behind the wheel (he used to be an ambulance driver) : he doesn't like traffic jams, or some drivers' selfishness, and he's flabbergasted by dullards. But he's the kind of guy who mutters comments of his own rather than directly attack the other person by honking his horn. Sometimes I hear him say "move it old lady !" (sometimes it's "old man", "grandpa", "grandma", but he eliminated those from his vocabulary - just like swear words - because it could create a confusion with my grand-parents. Well yeah, when says "Move, Grandpa !" I think grandpa is actually there.) Anyway every time I hear him (I can tell right away by the tone of his voice), I ask him : "what's wrong daddy ?" He proceeds to explain that, for example, one driver was reading a newspaper while the light had been green for a long time, that another driver is double parking, that a third driver is driving into an intersection that's already completely packed, or even the countless drivers who "paid" to be on the left lane on the highway (etc.).
But the smart guy exploits his small flaw to make me realize we're not the only ones in the world in a car (to me, a car is like a box with an engine used for teleportation from one place to another. It takes a variable ammount of time, and it's punctuated by jerks and forces pushing me or pulling me like the swing or a merry-go-round). So daddy explains to me that there are other vehicles with other persons inside, that there are a lot of people on earth, that other children also go to school by car or by bus...
In short, daddy's real good at exploiting his small flaws to turn them into educational stuff. And-it-works ! It may look silly like that, but thanks to daddy's moaning, I developed an interest in all the circumstances which make a grown up get mad, grumble, or become angry even though I'm not involved. Since I noticed that particular tone of voice (a bit like the didactic tone daddy uses when he's explaining something to my sisters), I come out of my bubble more often and I try to understand.
-What's wrong mommy ? -No big deal, I'm yelling at Virgule (the cat) because she's climbing on the kitchen plant. -What's wrong daddy ? -I'm yelling at Mega (the dog) because she barks too much ! -What's wrong daddy ? -I walked into the table... -etc ...
Just goes to show the channels of communication aren't always what you would expect them to be with me. Now I'm even asking : "Say, mommy, why are you laughing ?"
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By Luc Boland :: mercredi 19 octobre 2005 at 10:26 :: Day by day
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Sorry for the english readers but It's impossible to follow and promote all the blogs and languages. lou need me al lot of time.
To be followed... or read us in french.
Regards.
Luc
jeudi 6 avril 2006 at 18:02,
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