I think that is how you say "my little cabbage" in French, but my French classes were very interesting so I don't really know. Yesterday, Michael and Lilli were playing "shopping". They would come into the kitchen with her shopping cart and I would put something in the cart, then they would go to the living room, then come back and repeat. Lilli kept asking Michael to be the "cabbage". He did his best- curling into a little ball, putting his hands on his cheeks to simulate the way cabbage leaves wrap around the head, making cabbage sounds, but she was not impressed. So he tried harder, doing more cabbage-y things, but she still was not pleased. After a lot of questions, and more attempts at cabbage-ness from Michael, everything finally became clear. She was confusing the word "cabbage" with the word "cashier". She was wanting him to check her out of the store, and he was just curling into a ball with his hands on his face and staring vacantly. Just picture it, go on, I'll wait...
Ok, that's the end of the story. And that is one reason why Michael is a wonderful dad- he plays with his children, doing things that they want to do, so that they know he loves them and is interested in their lives. Happy Father's Day, sweetie!
Yea. He's a pretty decent fella!
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