There is a new man in my life. A very very little man. He's 2, and his name is Alex. I speak to him in English and he responds in French. But language barrier is no obstacle, we understand each other perfectly. We buy a baguette and he eats the middle, I eat the crust. We make a good team. =)
This week I began job #2: taking care of Alex. Three nights per week I pick him up from Creche (little municipal daycare centers that are in every neighborhood) and bring him home. I feed him dinner, give him a bath, and then we play. He likes to ride his bike in circles around the apartment. Sometimes his scooter instead. On the way home he is careful to point out all of the motorcycles that are parked on the street, in the dealership, or that drive by. The few blocks we need to walk to reach home pass very very slowly.
On the way home we will stop at one of two bakeries we pass and pick up a baguette. This is part of the routine and it is not permissible to skip this. At the bakery near home the lady behind the counter is his friend. He calls out her name well in advance of entering the bakery. He will give her the money and she will give him some candy. He loves her truly. He also loves her baguettes.
Last night I picked him up and we rushed off to meet "muma" to go to a Passover seder. Our route to the metro station passed the alternate bakery. I attempted to avoid buying bread on Passover but Alex would have none of it. So we bought a demi-baguette. On the train ride he dug out all of the soft tasty inside. He liked part of the crust but mostly was not interested and instead would tear it off, sniff it, maybe give it a taste, and then hand it to me. I quickly learned that it would serve us both best if I just tore off the crust myself after he had dug out all he could of the middle. Between the two of us, we at the whole baguette.
The new little man in my life is also very considerate. Eating the baguette seated on the train we both got well covered in crumbs and flour. I was dusting it off of this coat and he immediately reached over and began attempting in his little 2yr old way to dust it off of my jeans.
I heart him already.
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