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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thursday 22 september 2005
121. When I make a phone call...
When I make a phone call for real (not with my Buzz Lightyear phone), I'm overcome by a verbal frenzy. It's so much fun. So I end up not listening to the person on the other end and I just blurt out whatever is going through my head (preferably my stereotyped sentences of the moment).
An example ? When daddy and mommy called me from Cabourg where they were spending a romantic week-end and I was ill (a nasty conjunctivitis which required Dr Jean-Francois' intervention) ( see post 72), here's what I told them on the phone :
Daddy : "Hello ? Hello, Loulou ?" Me : "Hi daddy..." Daddy : "Hi, Loulou, how are you ?" Me : "hou hou..." Daddy : "Hou, Hou, Loulou, are you ok ?" Me : "Hi Daddy !" Daddy : "Hi Loulou. The doctor, did he come to see your eye ?" (nice diction daddy!) Me : "At first, I'm ok daddy, today a piece of paper (?), Francois (the doctor) called, you see ?" Daddy : "Jean-Francois, yes ! He came to see you ..." Me : " 'aurajiska' Marie-Anne, and I didn't use any swear words at Marie-Anne's ..." Daddy : "Yes, I know you didn't use any swear words ! And are you ok ? Isn't your eye bothering you too much ? Doesn't it hurt ?" Me : "Yes ... at at at... I didn't use any swear words" Daddy : "Ok. And are you having fun at grandpa's ?" Me : "aaaah 'kashi'... I didn't use any swear words, or then you 'mouatt' " Daddy : "Yes, I unders..." Me : -something incomprehensible- Daddy "Hey Loulou ... huuuh ... Lilou, listen ..." Me : -just as incomprehensible- Daddy : "Hey, my love, just listen to what I'm telling you..." Me : "But I want, know, I hope you can't say swear words, daddy. But huuuh ..." Daddy : "I know ... say, are you having fun at grandma's and grandpa's ?" Me : "Yes, I'm having fun at grandpa's and grandma's, and I didn't say any swear words at grandpa's and grandma's !" Daddy : "Oh, allright, and what did you do today with grandpa and grandma ?" Me : "Huh... hmmmmmmm... Listen, mommy and mommy huh ..." Daddy : "You want to talk to mommy ?" Me : "yes..." Daddy : "Wait, I'll put her on the phone... hang on... Kisses ... Stay on the line, right!" Me : "Yes ..., yes ..., yes ... We're gonna go walk Marie-Anne..." Daddy : "Yes, ok, here's mommy ..." (...)