 "A mesure que le temps passe, je mesure le temps qui passe (...) On s'embrassera dans le cou. Il y aura tout autour de nous." (Benjamin Biolay - les cerfs volants) (everybody is free to understand this the way they want) Tales of a saturday morning unlike the others... Although. Mommy and daddy came home quite late (concert then restaurant with friends). But at 7:30am the rythm of the week takes over sleep. I babble and get restless in my bed. Eva comes to take care of me so mommy and daddy can sleep a little ... I'm lovely with my little sister, but at 8:15 ... I'm hungry. So my sister goes upstairs to get my mom (saturday is daddy's resting day). She gets up and joins me ... But I want my daddy. I don't know that yet, but at that very moment, my daddy hears me requesting him and thinks to himself he won't be able to sleep anymore. He thinks about Biolay's song. How about a family breakfast ? Croissants, fresh orange juice, coffee and hot chocolate for the girls. (this doesn't happen to us too often... seeing as how our schedules are so different during the week, and then since I always need to be taken care of when I'm eating, it's not easy being "together"). So daddy gets up (he's going to take a nap this afternoon ... because this evening, they are going over some friends', the fools !). When I hear daddy's footsteps in the stairway, I exult
"So daddy, where is Benjamin Biolay?"
Mommy tells me they saw him yesterday at the concert (I understood that, otherwise I wouldn't be mentioning him!)...
Mommy : "Concerts are a bit noisy for you, but some day we will take you".
Me (stubborn): "Where is Benjamin Biolay ? What are papuas ? Are we going to the market ?"
- "No my dear little one, today is saturday !"
Me (mini-crisis):"Saturdaaaaaay"
Mommy : "Tomorrow is sunday and you can go to the market with daddy!"
Me : "Where is daddy ?"
Daddy : "I'm right here!"
Me : "Where is sunday ?"
Mommy : "Sunday is tomorrow. Today it's saturday."
Me : "Where is today ? Tomorrow is today. And where is Benjamin Biolay".
Daddy (creating a diversion ... I won't understand this today ...) : "Loulou, we are going to have breakfast all together. That's why daddy got up so early for a saturday. And then, if you want, we'll listen to Benjamin Biolay".
Ok. I'm buying it ! Daddy is gonna go to the bakery and the newsstand (after having warned me, because I don't like it when he leaves without letting me know).
Me : "Daddy, do you like the newsstand ?" (an all time classic from my repertoire).
Daddy : "Yes silly, I like the newsstand!" Then : "see you soon, Loulou"
Me : "See you soon daddy."
Mathilde was dragged out of bed (her too) by the family's uproar.
Breakfast the five of us. Life is good.
Daddy takes a picture of the star of the day : Eva and her cast, which we all sign. She's in heaven.
And so goes life. And so time passes.
Mommy takes me to a playground... but her car has a flat tire. We'll walk while daddy fixes mommy's car.
It's noon. The scribe is gonna turn into a sunday mechanic. Later.
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