We have this red leather photo album on the coffee table in our living room. Though I am not usually one for photo albums--requiring both organization and work as they do--I did put this one together because it was a gift and because I really like the look of the album. Besides, it was pathetic to have someone over who wanted to see pictures from our time abroad and have to bring them into my office to show them digital shots on my 14-inch laptop screen. Charming, even discounting the very real chance of injury when they walked into the place.
So anyway, it sits on our coffee table, but given that our social life is...how do the French say it?...pathetique, we mostly enjoy it as a family. Connery particularly likes the last third or so of the pictures, since most of them involve him looking unbelievably cute in some exotic locale. We've gone through it with him (and here's a picture of you sitting on the chair at a Starbucks in Vienna and here's a picture of you in your stroller in Edinburgh and here's a picture of you drooling in Nuremberg...) and he never gets tired of it.
Last week, however, he decided that our plotline was a little lacking. It was no longer enough to give the litany of places and people--there needed to be some characters and some action. Luckily, he was ready to provide it. Here's his take on our album:
This is the story of two sad people, Chip and Nicole, who lost their baby. They spent a long time wandering around Europe, looking for their baby. They went to Italy, to Crete, to Turkey, to London--all over Europe,as it happens--but were clearly miserable, despite the fact that in all available portraiture of the era, they are looking quite relaxed and extremely youthful and well rested. It wasn't until they finally found the perfect baby--right there in Prague!--that they were finally happy. The End.
Not a bad story, when you think of it.