Ma Vie en Rose Page #4

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and said she was a boy...

I don't know what I'd do.

I think we should let him

live out his fantasy.

Baloney!

Like drinking to stay sober!

The son of a friend

wanted to wear a skirt to school.

She let him.

A skirt?

After a week, it was over.

Where's the meat?

Darling, get Daddy and Albert.

Is this okay?

It's much better...

but now the slogan's too low.

You're right.

You seem edgy lately.

Me? Not a bit.

It it's about the layoffs,

your job is safe with me.

In fact, it's you who's been edgy

since that thing with the kids.

It's changed you somehow.

It's all forgotten.

Ludo can act funny,

but he meant no harm.

The therapist has set him straight.

Want my advice?

- He doesn't need a shrink.

- What, then?

Don't take offence...

but Hanna has too much control

over your boys.

- She doesn't.

- See? You're offended.

We raised all our kids the same way,

but they're not like peas.

Each one is different.

You wouldn't know, having only one.

Sorry. I forgot.

God took one of my kids.

He's not taking two!

- Got it?

- Calm down.

I am calm.

Forgive me.

What is it, Ludo?

It's ready.

You're right,

I've been working too much.

Let's be together more.

Don't worry!

You'll get the hang of it.

You look hot in all that hair.

We'll cut it.

Go! Go!

Are you ill?

No, I'm concentrating.

Am I a boy or a girl?

A boy, so we each keep our clothes.

Look, it's easy at your age.

The hassles come later.

Like, they say I have to be home

from Barbara's party by midnight.

What will Yannick think?

- Who's he?

- Never mind.

Don't tell anyone.

So, boy or girl?

Don't ask me!

We learned in biology

what makes boys and girls.

XY, you're a boy. XX, you're a girl.

It's like playing poker.

Get it?

Doesn't God decide?

Of course He does.

"Ludovic Fabre:
girl"

I know what happened to my X.

Wise guy.

- Are you looking?

- Yeah.

- What do you see?

- Your feet.

- How do they look?

- Normal.

Okay, now listen.

You're peeing.

See my feet? Like a girl's.

That proves it.

I can do that.

That's not the point.

First, you have to understand

I'm a girl-boy.

Girl-boy? Cut it out.

Let go!

Listen. To make a baby,

parents play tic-tac-toe.

Okay so far?

Okay. Now, come on.

When one wins, God sends Xs and Ys.

XX for a girl, XY for a boy.

Okay?

My X for a girl fell in the trash.

I got a Y instead.

A scientific error!

Get a move on.

But God'll fix it. He'll send me my X,

and we can get married, okay?

It depends

on what kind of a girl you are.

- This will ease the pain.

- It hurts.

I'm very proud of you.

- Don't overdo it.

- You're a real little lady now.

Hold it against your tummy.

- Okay?

- Yes.

About Michel's party...

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