Coming back from the hospital with my parents the other night, Charlotte was explaining to my mom about Clémentine’s name.
“You see Nana,” she said. “A ‘clémentine‘ is the word in France for one of those Christmas oranges, so she’s named after an orange.”
“That’s nice,” says Nana.
Charlotte ponders this a bit more. Clementine had been feeding all day that day and her face was all red and chapped from dribbling milk.
“But actually, I think she looks more like a tomate.“