Emile after his Toiletage. He gets his toiletage, trots with me to the bord sur mer past people oooohhhing and aahing. I want to sit in a cafe, have a glass of wine and watch the people walk by. Regrettable, Emile decides to take a toiletage break right in front of a cafe. I ask a patron if I can have a piece of his newspaper...no...I go into the cafe....Serviette please....it took a few minutes for them to understand. Very embarrassing. Then, he got a bee in his bonnet and started screaming about a little dog a few tables down. Everyone looks. He's very loud.
At least he looks good. 
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