P met donc Tipoulet dans la poussette, sort de la maison, se dirige vers Stanford Avenue, et tourne à gauche. Vers la poste, quoi. Et là Tipoulet sort le nez de sa poussette et se met à lancer des "parc, parc"... Ben oui, le parc, c'est à droite. Devant tant d'intelligence et de craquounerie, le papa n'a pas su résister, et le paquet attendra!
Today Tipoulet's nanny had her morning off. I had a meeting, so P stayed with the Loulou. P had decided that they would go to the post office to send the package that had been seating on our shelf for 2 months ...
So P puts Tipoulet in the stroller, leaves, goes toward Stanford Avenue and turns left. To the post office, right? But then Tipoulet's face picks out of the canopy and he starts "park, park" ... Of course, because you have to go right for the park. Faced with so much intelligence and cuteness, dad could not resist, and the package will wait!
So P puts Tipoulet in the stroller, leaves, goes toward Stanford Avenue and turns left. To the post office, right? But then Tipoulet's face picks out of the canopy and he starts "park, park" ... Of course, because you have to go right for the park. Faced with so much intelligence and cuteness, dad could not resist, and the package will wait!
Normal...
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