35, 36, + 37/52
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013. *
35
Biet: Her curls, like her spirit, grow more wild each day. Lucien: "Who's that guy... That's not my Papa."
36 Biet: Stop tormenting your little brother young lady! Lucien: Stop encouraging her, young man!
37 Biet: Throughout this past summer in Brooklyn, she played in countless open fire hydrants. There was always at least one open, acting as a fountain and a source of endless entertainment for the kids in our neighborhood. Now, every time she notices one anywhere, she says "Mama, I wanna put my feet in!" and tries with all her might to open it. Lucien: Always observing, always noticing, I have a feeling that he is picking up everything his sister does. They are fast becoming a little team of hooligans.
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