fun quickies
One cute thing with kids is thay haven’t integrated social norms yet:
*prrrrrrrrrtttttt*
me: who put?
celstine: it’s koko-meimei
tristan: No, it’s me, I put! I put! (You can hear the pride of the fart,and the anger at Celestine for trying to steal his limelight)
me: ok, and what does one say when one puts?
celestine: “pardon” (french for excuse me)
tristan: Nooo, meimei cannot say pardon, only me put!
The same happens in reverse, when Tristan tries to get the glory for a fart by Celestine. That must be a Groleau thing 
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Kids also do integrate stuff they do not understand: every night, when it’s time to prepare the night milk, BlutPaw asks us how much to prepare and we usually just respond: “240-180″ . Meaning 240ml for Tristan, and 180ml for Celestine.
With our recent food poisonning episode, we had to change, in particular for Tristan, we’d go: “180 with just 2 scoops of powder” (i.e. diluted: 2 instead of 3). At which Tristan would turn angry and yell:
“Noooo, I want 240-180! OK!?!”
And finally, learning on pronouns. Now is the fun time when don’t quite understand “myself” and “yourself”. So the conversation might go:
Yvonne: Oh, you want to do this by yourself?
Tristan/Celestine: Yes! I want to do by yourself!
