Ma Vie en Rose Page #3

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Hi, guys!

Yabba-dabba boing-boing! Hi.

We've decided...

to take Ludo to a psychologist.

That'll fix it, I swear.

We 'II joke about it.

- Are you mad at me?

- Please, Miss!

- Can I sit somewhere else?

- If you want. May I ask why?

Otherwise, I'll go to hell.

To hell?

- What are you talking about?

- Can I?

Sit next to Alexandre.

Tell me I won't go to hell!

What are you mumbling about?

- Promise!

- I promise.

You know your parents are worried.

How do you feel about it?

Can I play with the toys?

Answer the doctor.

Play with anything you like.

He'll hear what we say.

What child did you want?

What do you mean?

What child?

Girl or boy?

We didn't mind.

Whatever comes is a gift from God.

We may as well tell the truth.

Since we already had one girl

and two boys...

I remember we said that

another girl would be nice.

For equal numbers.

Don't tell me

it made any difference.

- You can't mean it.

- Why not?

When they said it was a boy,

we were delighted.

We really didn't mind.

We love our little boy.

We want him to be happy.

Can you help him out?

Will it take long?

I can't say.

We'll meet once a week,

and see how it goes.

Don't expect miracles.

Okay, Ludo?

You'll see the doctor once a week?

So I'm a boy?

You've got it!

Stop in the name of the law!

You're dead! You're dead!

Now there's a real man!

I don't kiss girls!

You scared me!

Use your alarm, pal.

You know your girl

called my son a "bent boy"?

"Bent"? Christ!

Where do they get it from?

I'm asking you.

Hey, Albert! Cool it.

We can't watch every word we say.

You should!

Look who's talking!

I don't "boing-boing" my wife in public!

Somebody's asking

for a smack in the mouth!

Get this, Thierry.

Nobody in my house is bent!

At least "boing-boing" isn't unnatural!

- Hi, Ludo.

- What's "bent"?

Bye, Ludo!

Pretty good, huh?

What's "bent"?

Who said that?

I can't remember.

- Who?

- Take it easy!

Who said it? Tell me!

Leave him alone!

That's bent!

Got it?

You're getting to be

as cranky as Albert.

Take me dancing

You're a real little housewife!

That's not very subtle, Monique!

Having a pecker is no excuse

for not setting the table.

Of course not.

- How's the psychologist doing?

- Fine.

It's funny,

Albert doesn't like those people.

He says that

if society weren't so sick...

there wouldn't be any loony bins.

Ludo isn't loony!

Don't take it badly.

All she meant was...

why fuzz around with our noodles?

Stick to sports, I say!

And work, Thierry?

Aren't you forgetting work?

Can't you put a lid on it?

I mean, really! I saw a TV program

about transsexuals...

Go set the kids' table, honey.

It made me cry.

If my daughter came to me

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