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.
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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sunday 19 december 2004
12. Talking to Mr René ... at 6 A.M. !
... 6 A.M. ... Daddy and mommy are still sleeping when I start yelling in my bed (with a lisp) : " That's enough now, Mr René !". Well yeah, I didn't feel like sleeping anymore, so I was imitating Mr René ( one of my all time classics ! - I'm always asking daddy to imitate Mr René -). Mr René is a man of a certain age who manages the school choir. So since I love singing, and most important, since I love particular voices (even though I can recognize anybody from my acquaintances at the first syllable) ... and since Mr René, he talks with a lisp, I love imitating Mr René's fits ( because there are quite some oddballs like me to handle at school ). Sadly, this morning, mommy really didn't understand anything of my impersonator talent because she came to ask me to stop !
Last June, we had learned " Goodbye Mr Teacher " for our principal's retirement. It was a secret. Of course, I knew the song after one rehearsal. So I kept singing the song at school .... " Goodbye Mr Principal...". What a surprise it was ! Hum ...
Oh yeah, one last thing, on this great morning : if, in the street, you run into a daddy and his son who keep talking with a lisp and fooling around, don't be puzzled. It's us !