On Friday, my little man’s teacher had a nice surprise for her pupils. She explained they had a new class mascot, who would be going to a different family every week-end. Crevette (6 years 5 months) was delighted to be the first one to get custody of Le Loup (the Wolf).
Ever since the children were given Le Loup qui voulait changer de couleur, a brilliant book about self-acceptance, stories about the friendly wolf have been part of our bedtime routine. Recently, my friend Adeline sent us Le loup qui voyageait dans le temps. It aroused my children’s curiosity about History, encouraged them to ask questions and they learnt quite a lot in the process. On Friday night, Loup did not come empty handed. He brought with him his cardboard suitcase full of clothes as well as a couple of his adventures. Crevette enjoyed changing Loup’s clothes. He then did his homework cuddling his new best friend, before putting his pyjamas on and getting the cuddly wolf ready for bed.
That night, Crevette took the soft toy to bed and I read Le loup qui voulait être un artiste. The illustrations were as eye-catching and colourful as ever, the text well-written and the children wanted to know which creative career was the perfect one for our undecided little friend. When my brothers decided to bake a moreish chocolate cake for my birthday yesterday, Loup gave them a hand!
Loup put on his smart jacket and had a glass of champagne with us to celebrate my birthday.
We had a great day chatting, eating and enjoying spending time all together. We all went to bed quite late. Beanie and Crevette were ecstatic when their tonton and tata (uncle and aunt) told them they could sleep on the sofa bed in their room. Loup went with them, too! This morning, after a couple of cups of coffee, we started playing games together and when Crevette suggested Piou Piou, which had been recommended by Beanie’s nursery school teacher, we all joined in.
This afternoon, we put on our wellies and had a lovely walk to Philomène’s resting place. It was bitterly cold and muddy. The top of the hill where she rests is a beautiful spot; wind swept, surrounded by greenery, a pony on one side, a fruit and vegetable patch on the other. The children laid white roses on the ground by their little cousin’s tree and we said goodbye.