Faraway from where I am is a French family forgetting their English, forgoing their green vegetables, skipping out on mopping the floor, eating a ton of crepes, riding BMX, studying for exams, philosophizing over coffee and wondering when they are going to see their American mother again.
The French family sent me a photo of Mr. Crepe Boy lounging on a fixer-upper fainting chair. A fainting chair that a neighbor friend brought over for me to have. Isn’t that way too nice; French friends who give you French antiques!
I love looking at Mr. Crepe Boy goofing off before going to school. Look at him eating crepes like a king, with milk in a wine glass, wearing slippers, socks and hey did he cut all his curls off!
Come to think about it did French husband cut his long hair off as well!
At first I thought French Husband took this photo while thinking of me. As if he leaned back with his arm outstretched smiling that "I-know-you-kind-of-smile," but now looking at this photo I think he is leaning back with his arms outstretched thinking, "I bet I could be bald and you would still dig me!"
The long and short of the French connection is that I miss them. Even more so because they are forgetting their English, forgoing their green vegetables, skipping out on mopping the floor, eating a ton of crepes, riding BMX, studying for exams, flying planes, philosophizing over coffee…
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