Jean Valjean Posa

Mommy has started to call me Jean Valjean. I don't know who that is or why she's just added another name to the arsenal of names they have invented for me over the years.

It's hard to remember that I'm Mariposa, MP, Posa, Mary (as Daddy calls me when we're out and when he's introducing me to someone too American to be able to understand Mariposa), MPosa, Popo, Marypopo. And now Jean Valjean.

Mommy calls me that every time after I steal bread from the table. I can't help it that the Little Whiny Thing is not careful enough with him food.

And he leaves the crust behind. Why let the yummy crust go to waste!