Tuesday, March 28th, 2006
S, my 4 1/2 year old son, pretends to be a 16 year old girl. And I’m often cast as her brother, Franck.
“Is Franck still at work?” he’ll ask my wife.
“Yes,” she says.
This girl is tough, good at counting, and is fearless, willing to leap through windy tunnels to solve problems, do the right thing, and risk her health for a good cause.
I ask S, “Would you like to go to Mars some day?”
“Kya would,” my son responds.
“She would like to live on Mars?”
“It’s just pretend, Franck,” my son tells me.