As I sit down to write, I hear V fooling around (in bed) and I say: I really want to give papi a good report. Go to sleep. To which this midget retorts: Did you know you are just a mean whale?
V in Venice today: I want to go home.
Me: To the house in Milano or to New York?
V: I want to go back to my original life!
V, as we strolled in Venice: This is not North Carolina!
V when he heard that he was the shortest in the family: I am not small, I am tall. I am the tallest in the family!
Me: Sure. You are as tall as papi.
V: Almost!
miss you guys !!!!
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