Tuesday, September 15, 2009
His name is Xavier. All sorts of entertainment. Merriment and chortling. On the other hand, anyone who knows us knows that we fight. Everyone fights. But we really fight. Two overbearing personalities. In lots of couples, there is usually one who will step aside at the critical moment. Unfortunately (or fortunately), not in our case. For months we kept a score card - tallying who won fights or little disputes and basking in our glory when our notches outnumbered the other's. Xavier has an inherent need to be right - because he is French, and me - perhaps because I'm my Dad's daughter. I tease Xavier and tell him that he is like a severe weather system - hurricanes and tornadoes, but also like the most balmy, sunny, glorious flashes. The intensity of the good measures that of the bad...
Sunshiny random moments.
A short alphabet and French vocab lesson with Mlle. Marguerite.