Thursday, May 7, 2009
My god-son thinks pictures of Audrey Hepburn are pictures of me.
A few months ago, unprompted mind you, he pointed to her face which was floating as a screen-saver on my laptop, and cried, “Munkle!"
I fell on the floor in a fit of ecstasy. It made my life.
Of course I proliferated this mix-up of his by getting out my “Audrey: a life” (cue cheesy Moon River music) book and forcing him to look at all of them, prodding him to tell me I looked like her again and again and again.
I am shameless in my admission of this.
One day he will realize his Munkle isn’t exactly as superfluously beautiful as the venerated Audrey Hepburn... but that is years away.