Mister who stinks

"Grrrrrr, trame, trame, trame."

"Lara, why do you keep pushing me away? I just wanted to kiss you, baby, and I really want you to accept me like you accepted mommy."

"Grrrr, trame."

In the presence of this idiot, there's nothing stopping me from regressing mentally, so I'm taking advantage of it.

But, careful, I have my limits.

I won't go so far as to lift my paw in the house, but growling and barking remains in a perfectly correct dimension.

The idiot seems disappointed, almost sad, but I don't care.

The only person I love outside of myself is my lovely Mommy.

Mommy and I are fused, a bit like twin sisters. However, he, I hate him and he'll have to understand that one day.

By the way!

Why do I hate him already?

I don't know anymore and I don't care.

My lovely Mommy also seems a little disappointed, but when I give her a sweet kiss, this sorry expression disappears immediately and is replaced by the prettiest smile.

I shake my little buttocks toward the idiot and position them so that I'm sitting comfortably on my so nice Mommy's lap and then I nestle against her shoulder.

As expected, my sweet Mommy opens the party with her cute little voice.

"Derek, are you sure this is a good idea? My little angel is so young for such a long journey. I'm afraid she can't stand the jet lag, the poor cooking or that she's in danger. She's so small, so fragile, so beautiful, she's my little baby and if anything happens to her, I know I'll die."

No doubts, here, she's talking about me, fufufu.

"Abby, our child is already grown up and she needs to see the world. She never leaves here. You overprotect her, you incubate her like a mother hen. Your fear has even led you to hire a private teacher for her. Lara should go to school with other children her age, but you never agree to part with her. This opportunity will also be an excellent test for you, my darling."

Me part with Mommy?

"No, I want to stay with my lovely Mommy. Idiot, you're mean, I hate you. Wuwuwu, Mommy, I want to stay with my sweety Mommy. If you force me, I will run away to India."

The idiot tries to deceive me by giving me a sad glance.

"Lara, you will come with me, everything is already arranged for that. You will be able to go to the beach, shopping, lots of fun things. Los Angeles is a city where it's hot all the time, you'll see."

Beach, shopping, fun, oooh, but that changes a lot of things.

"Mommy you'll come, if I go. Say, you won't leave your Lara, if your Lara goes, hu? It's promise, my lovely mommy."

A tender but desperate look accompanies a kiss on my forehead.

"Unfortunately, I can't, my little angel. I also have obligations here and leaving is impossible for me. Daddy is very anxious for you to come with him, my little love. Would you do this for your Mommy who loves you?"

Oh no, Mommy. Don't look at me like that or my heart will break.

"All right, but it's for my pretty mommy that I love, not for the idiot."

March 24th, 2006

White dress, small white hat and shoes ... white, I don't want to leave my lovely Mommy alone at home, but my participation in this trip was finally decided very quickly and currently, I am with Mister who stinks at Kennedy airport in New York.

It's giant, New York.

For me who never leaves the house, it's even bigger than big so it's giant.

Mister who stinks is my teddy bear, my best friend and also, with my Mommy, my only confidant.

I tell him everything and more than anything else.

Without him, I would sometimes feel a little lonely in our huge house when Mommy is away.

Hum...

... As for its somewhat dubious name, I will come back to it later.

So, for this trip, we have a total of, me, Mister who stinks, the idiot, five tall men in black suits with an earphone in their ear and Linsey, a young girl that Dad hired to be my babysitter or something like that.

8 people + 1 idiot = 18 butts for 9 seats on a plane.

Eh? Why don't we go for the big planes, but for this scale model?

"No, I don't want to go in that little thing. I want the big plane there."

Linsey leans over to my ear.

"Young miss, that's your daddy's plane. You'll find you'll be much more comfortable in it than in a regular airliner."

"Hey, stop spitting in my ear. You're tickling my earlobe and then, ...

All the more reason not to get on it.

... I refuse. I'm staying here and you'll pick me up when you come back from your trip. Tell the idiot that I miss Mommy too much and that I've changed my mind."

Huhuhu, Linsey, you surrendered so quickly. You're not strong enough to fight me who's been cultivating whims for over five years.

Hey? No, stop Linsey, not that way. What do you say to the idiot and what does the idiot say to that giant in black and why is that giant hugging me.

"Young miss, we have a schedule to keep, so I apologize for the disrespect, but we don't have a choice."

I may be too small to fight you with my fists, but I still have some memories that are often very useful in this kind of situation.

"Help, help, a pervert is trying to kidnap me. Help, help, this pervert man is kidnapping me. Kyaaa, no, don't touch my little buttock."

Huhuhu, two guards or two policemen, I don't know, come running but the idiot lifts up his left arm and presents them with a white square thing, then after a polite nod, the two men leave without even helping me.

No, will I really be condemned to get on that too small plane?

Ok, that's how you take it, nasty man!

No choice. Let's try the big sound tears.

"Wuwuwu, I don't want to, I'm afraid of the clouds. Wuwuwu, I don't want to, I'm afraid of birds. Wuwuwu I don't want to, I'm..."

Who's the idiot who pinches my lips? Ah, it's the idiot.

"Lara, please stop this comedy. You're getting on that plane whether you like it or not. Gentlemen, Linsey, we are moving on and don't listen to my daughter, she's having another tantrum, nothing to worry about."

"Grrrrrr, trame, trame, trame."