Bald to comb

“Papa, I’m combing your head”, says the little one while sitting on top of the couch behind me. It feels like a gentle massage, you don’t hear me complain. Mama Ozichi: “Yes, keep combing his head. No hair to find up there.”C’est Moi: “O.K. you had your shot. Love you too, honey.” Coffee.

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Bedding or wedding

Laïla: “We’re going to a bedding, ain’t we?”And with a pirouette she swings her dress up.Mama Ozichi: “Wedding, Laïla. We are going to a wedding.”C’est Moi: “Well, according to me those two that will do the wedding will end up doing a lot of bedding.” Coffee.

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