two tattoo-ed gentlemen, ahead of us in the coffee queue, turned to admire this little mister today. the taller gent wore wonderful, tasseled shoes and spoke fluent french, soothing eight week old clement with his rolling r's and worldly tones.
this morning cc attended a cookery class with two of his lovely girl friends. he couldn't wait to wear the tiny black apron and clutch a wooden spoon. they 'made' lemonade, mixed together a salad and cut melons into miniature mid-week stars.