Papy John Fix

I think Maxime must understand that Papy John and Mamy Moi are about to head off to England for 3 months. For each of the last four mornings the first thing he has said as he has stormed into our bedroom before daylight has been, “what time am I going to Papy John’s?” He’s clearly looking to get his his grandparent fix (and quite possibly a fix of pizza and chocolate pancakes as well). Things even went so far as when he said to Sandie this morning that he hated his current family and that he wanted to be part of Papy John’s family. Sandie carefully explained to him that he was already part of Papy John’s family because he was his “petit-fils” (directly translated as “small-son” or grandson). He took great offense at this and rapidly exclaimed that he was not small, but that he was actually “moyenne” (translated as “of medium size”) now that he was 4 years old. We’re now going to head off to see our estranged son at Mamy and Papy’s so I’ll be interested to see what type of welcome we get…