Mamas and Papas

Just a quick message to say all is well here, as autumn lays her colourful patchwork blanket over these hills and as the mornings bring a silver breath of frosty air.

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Mr Jack is doing just grand - though he's a little confused about the definition of "maman" and "papa."

Last week, he turned to Ben when he saw Victoria on the French equivalent of The Wheel of Fortune:

Papa, c'est une maman!* He said, while tapping Ben on the knee: Papa, it's a maman. **

*I'm afraid that my son will be dearly disappointed later in life if he thinks all 'maman' are built like Victoria

**Later versions of the story may suggest he said: Papa, that's a Maman!

Also, every time he sees a photo of a man on a mountain bike, he's sure 'c'est un papa!'

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At the same time, he's also learned two other lessons about life:

1/ That when you climb over the bars of your baby bed, it hurts when you hit the floor.
and

2/ When you push our bike down a hill (even a small hill), you are likely to fall at the bottom