a wolf angel is not a good angel

Yom Kippur passed. We had tonnes of extra food. I have no idea what happened.

My mother’s cousin’s girlfriend’s niece was here. She’s 3 (and a half), and decided to adore Sam, who, being fairly amiable, accepted it. She was very serious about him, playing with him like he was a science project.

We spent a while figuring out what he eats. “Vous aimez les fraises? Vous aimez les pommes?” No tutoyer for Sam.