Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 18 November 2016
Wolfie's attitude (an anecdote)
My parents are visiting us and have finally met their grandson. So they are spoiling him. Today, as we walked downtown, my mother was worried that Wolfie might get cold, thinking the blankets, hats and his thick suit were not enough, so she bought him on the spot a winter suit/coat at Jojo Maman Bébé. Then we put it on him. Of course, our baby son started crying like a river the moment we put the suit on. As my wife explained to his grandmother, Wolfie hates being dressed or undressed. Once he has his clothes on or off, he is happy, but he hates the time in between and the whole fuss around it."He prefers blood tests," said my wife. It surprised my parents, but it is true. Maybe because he had so many when he was born, our son became rather indifferent towards them. In any case, what my wife said deserves to be a new great unknown line.