Total silence in the house. Isabelle is hiding behind the couch.
Her well-trained parents only take a few moments to enjoy the peace before starting on their trodden quest.
'Waar is Isabelle?'
'Où est Isabelle?'
'Isabelle...'
'Oh non! On a perdu Isabelle.'
After what seems like (and probably is) ages, a curly head finally appears above the cushions, grinning so wide it could swallow both Americas, and it screams:
'Isabelle, daar ben je!!'
(Isabelle, there you are!)
I hope the symbolic system remains at bay just a little bit longer, so that my baby can enjoy finding herself a few more times...
PS: if you have no idea what I'm on about, it's ok, neither do I. Just trying out some of my new lacanian vocabulary...
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