Kitchen table at 12.16 p.m.:
Big boy: “Do you have a girlfriend?”
Little boy: “No, thank you.”
Big boy: “Aren’t you in love with J.?”
Little boy: “You’re crazy.”
Big boy: “Come on. Tell me.”
Little boy: “No, leave me in peace.”
Big boy: “But I’m sure about it.”
Little boy: “Come on. Stop. I hate girls.”
Big boy: “No, you don’t. I know.”
Little boy: “Perhaps you are in love with E.!”
Big boy: “What? E……..?”
Little boy: “Yes, you put perfume when we met her with her mother.”
Big boy: “Are you crazy?”
Little boy: “Mm…”
Big boy: “She’s got already a boyfriend.”
Little boy: “Aha…”
Big boy: “But I saw you yesterday during the break with J.”
Little boy: “You’re crazy.”
Big boy: “I saw you.”
Little boy: “Stop. You’re telling lies.”
Big boy: “I just wanted to tease you. I admit.”
Little boy: “But you’re in love with E… ?”
Big boy: “Stop. She’s already taken.”
Little boy: “Oooo…”
Big boy: “Stop teasing me.”
Little boy: “You started this.”
Big boy: “No, no…. you started!”
Little boy: “Oh, you don’t remember what you’re talking.”
Big boy: “Sure I do. You don’t remember. You have Alzheimer’s.”
Mother: “Stoppppppp! Eat and shut up.”