Vance's Story

These are anecdotes about my son. Amusing stories that when I think about it, I can't help but laugh even when I'm alone. Words that just come out of his mouth like jack in a box. It surprises me everytime. I hope you can appreciate it as much as I do.

• We were swimming at one of the beach in Languedoc-Roussillon. I was with my 10 month old daughter and my 4 years old son while my 10 years old daughter is having a good time meeting new friends. But since she’s very polite, she came closer to us bringing her new found friend and introduces her to me. So here’s the conversation that follows:

My 10 years old daughter: Mom, this is Laura.

Me: Hi, Laura. How are you?

Laura: I’m fine. Thank you.

Me: Where are you from?

Laura: I’m from here.

My 4 years old son: What? From here?

Are you a mermaid?

• While having dinner my eldest daughter excused herself to go to the washroom. And when she came back she looked bothered. So I asked her what happened.

My daughter: Mom, after dinner can I talk to you.
Me: Why? Is there something wrong? You can say it now.
My daughter: Well, you see, I saw some hair starting to grow in different part of my body
My husband and I: It's normal.
My son: Eh oui, c'est normal parce que t'es un monsieur! (Translation: Well yes, it normal because you're a man!)

• My son was examining his face in front of a mirror. After some time, he came and asked me a question.

My son: Mom, is this a moustache? (Talking about the almost invisible hair of his upper lip)
Me: Hmmm, I think so.
My son: Yippee! Je suis un père! (Translation: Yippee! I am a father!)

• Today, my son was invited to attend a birthday party. It's the birthday of the girl who had a crush on him since they were in the "petite section."

Her name is Farah. I told you a story about her, i think, less than a year ago. Her mother insisted that it would be pleasure if my son can come to her birthday because as she says, Farah thinks that my son is his "boyfriend." But I don't think that it's the same way for my son.

But anyway, last tuesday, I asked my son if he wanted to go to her birthday party. He told me "yes," because his friends Louie and Jeremy are there and not to mention, his best friend Alexi. They are a gang of Asia-tiques. Inseperable. So this afternoon, he went there. As expected most of his time was spent with his gang. But since its' Farah's birthday, Farah as frank as she is asked for a kiss from my son.

My son said, "Mon bisou est que reserver pour ma maman!" Translation: My kiss is only reserved for my mom!

Sweet on my side, but how about the other side?

And here's another thing that he's complaining about. "Je deteste quand ils m'appellent beau-fils. Je suis beau mais je suis pas leur fils." Translation: "I hate it when they call me beau-fils (son-in-law), I am beau (handsome) but I am not their fils (son).