A time once travelled

Blog, my son is into it again.

We cuddled up for a night’s sleep. Cheek-to-cheek, his right arm wrapped around my neck, fingers gingerly caressing my ear. This is his favourite cradle before sleeping… and mine too.

“David, you know poor papa is celebrating his birthday alone with no birthday cake and candle to blow.”

“Il est où maintenant maman? Il n’a pas de cake et cadeaux?”

“He is sleeping alone in a hotel somewhere in the
UK. No cake and no gifts.”

“Mais tu m’as dit que il a déjà acheté buzz l’éclair pour mon cadeau.”

“Ah, that he did. But it’s his birthday today and we should get him something special. What do you want us to give to papa?”

“Ben, on va donner à papa de caca, de pipi et de poot-poot!” Laughing his heart out, as if he just said the joke of the century.

“Ok then, that would be easy to do. You do caca, pipi et poot-poot tomorrow and then we wrap them with a special paper!”

“And you, what do you want for your birthday!”

Still laughing: “Ben, lola va m’acheter un bateau de pirate!”

“Ok, what do you want from papa and mama?”

“Je veux un bateau de pirate, c’est tout!”

“Well, mama wants to give you something, papa wants to buy you something. Each of us will get something; you’ll have to tell us what you want.”

Thinking hard…. “Ben, papa peut m’acheter une voiture de “Lightning Mcqueen”.

“You already got that one, you can’t have the same. And please no more cars, you’ve got plenty already!”

“Oui, mais je veux “lightning mcqueen” en bleu!”

“Ok, so we’ll tell papa about it.”

“Et toi maman, tu va me donner quoi?”

“It’s really easy David, on your birthday I’ll give you caca, pipi and poot-poot, just like what you will give to papa!”

He sat up so quickly (which surprised me!), turned his body towards me and shouted:

“Je vais te donner un coup de pied!!”

It was my turn to laugh so fucking loud!

Serves you a lesson coquin!