Christmas Boy
Gabriël is my first son, born on Christmas Day 1998. He was dysmature, which means he was too small for his age, he weighed only 1980 grams. After two weeks in an incubator, he came home, and he's been a healthy boy ever since.
Where to kiss?
One day, Gabriël was walking with a sharp pencil in his hand, so I gave him a lecture about falling, losing eyesight, and how awful it would be, not to see where you are going and so on.
Cuddly person that he is, he responded: "Yes, and then I won't know where to kiss!"
"Mum? When I blow out the candles on my birthday cake, where does the little fire go?"
Fly in a cage
Today Gabriël found himself a pet, which he put in a toy cage, in a soda bottle top for comfort...
For some odd reason, the fly didn't even really try to escape, although it did sort of protest, waving three of its legs.
Or was it just trying to say it found it really comfy in there? After all, it did look pretty relaxed, lying on its back...
Unfortunately, the fly was probably really old already, as it died about an hour after moving to its new house.