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I started to laugh when she talked about how they took that very long trip without even taking the train, and then found myself tearing up when she started talking about the animals who lived in boxes because they were poor.
My little dude was very taken with her – no surprises as he is also a proponent of the long (somewhat bloodthirsty) tale featuring lions, crocodiles and ghosts. Maybe one day they’ll get married and it will be like some kind of cuteness vortex which sucks the rest of the universe into it..
I couldn’t finish it but she almost had me crying at “they did not even take the train”. Her unguardedly welcoming way of communicating with her surroundings makes me think there’s something wrong with life, or the world, or both of them but not with me, of course. Nevertheless, I envy her.
Ah man… this makes me sad. French was my first and primary language until I went to kindergarden where all the little American kids made fun of me for mixing up my French and English words.
I came home crying and told my mom I NEVER wanted to speak French again!
I can’t wait until they invent time machines so I can go back and tell 5 year old me to stick with it and tell those snot nosed brats to shove it.
This girl is really very cute. Watching this made my ovaries kick a little. “We wanna make a baby!”
No no ovaries… not yet.
She’s an awesome storyteller! I love chickenbox, and the crocodile hiding in the grass and the whole thing really. My wee guy always calls “Bothwell” Castle (in Lanarkshire) “Bunkerton” Castle. It cracks me up every time. I don’t even know why it’s so funny!
Sister, this is completely the wrong thing to show any part of your audience who may still be in their childbearing years- it almost made me go back on my decision to eschew procreation. And oh God, ADORABLE.