Anyway - about my women. When I was very little, the only woman I had eyes for - apart from mommy - was Johanka. We were filled with mutual passion, and over time our feelings developed into a real affection, as this picture demonstrates. We would exchange gifts: she would give me her pacifier, I would give her mine. Then we would quarrel to get our original pacifiers back. Like an old married couple. Johanka is very playful and I love to be with her. But I didn't want to get pinned down to one woman while I was still in diapers, so I started looking for other distractions too. After all, the heart is a lonely hunter.
By that time, I was ready to explore older women. Well, this need to be qualified: "older" relative to me. When I met Alexandra, she was 26 and I was 1, so she was 25 years older than me. To some people outside Hollywood such an age differance would seem unnatural. But we got on really great since the very beginning. She was beautiful and tender, and she would first hold me, and then I would hold her, while the other grown-ups were sipping coffee. When we got back home, daddy said that my behavior was unexcusable because Ali was the girlfriend of a friend. I told him that if he really is an economist, as he claims, he should believe in competition. 
But of course, even if you have lived for 2 whole years, as I have, sooner or later you find your soul mate. Mine is Sonia. Before I pour out my feelings, let me start with the straight facts: Sonia is the daughter of mommy's and daddy's good friends Krassi and Francois, which means that like me, she comes from a mixed marriage. Daddy says that this is great, because if none of us is sure to which country we belong, it would be easier for us to belong to each other. Also, he says, it is great that Sonia's mommy is Bulgarian, as at least one of them will remember the recepe for liutenitsa when they grow old.
Now, to Sonichka. (By the way, I call her Nianu because she calls herself Nunia. People usually don't understand the logic, but I cannot hope to explain the mysteries of love to the ignorenti). She feeds me and she makes me hungry and she pushes me and she pulls me and she makes me laugh and she makes me cry and she runs to me and she runs away from me. She is a real woman, in other words, as daddy pointed out once. We have been through a lot together already: I first visited her when I was in my mommy's belly, then she visited me when I was 9 months old, then she visited me again in my new home in Frankfurt, then I went to Paris again to celebrate her second birthday, and then we skied together. We have even been naked in a bathtub!Scandalized? Now how about this: we have even slept togeter. It's documented!
But of course, all our parents were around, to make it look socially acceptable.
And did I mention that Sonia is very elegant? Or chic, as her mommy says. Sonichka runs around like a sparrow in her short skirts and size-4 diapers and makes my heart jump. Oh, well. We both have had busy lives recently, with kindergarden and potty training and chicken pox and what not - and then grown-ups think THEY are busy! - and we haven't been together for quite some time, but that doesn't matter. We are bound by what no mortal can unbind. As daddy says, love is when you are looking together through bars and you don't feel in prison. Or was it when you eat chocolate bars in prison together? I never remember, he rarely makes any sense... Bonne nuit, Sonia!
