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Ever since the movie Emmanuelle came out in France, calling a little girl Emmanuelle is something most parents of Good Taste carefully avoid.

And then again, some parents just don't care.

So Tadpole has a little friend called Emmanuelle. She is slightly younger than Tadpole (she's only 3 1/2) but promises to be a Paris-Hilton lookalike, not to mention partyalike, when she grows up: she's blond, blue-eyed, fun-loving, and likes to sing "I like to move it move it" and shake her tiny butt at the same time.

Emmanuelle's mum sent her and Tadpole off to buy some popcorn on their own yesterday; we followed them quietly as they walked hand in hand over to the snack bar.

Emmanuelle and Tadpole *stand a few feet away from the counter*
Snack bar attendant *is bemused*
Emmanuelle *lets go of Tadpole's hand and RUNS over, throws money onto the counter, runs back and grabs Tadpole's hand again*
Snack bar attendant: What do you girls want?
Emmanuelle: potporn.
Snack bar attendant: ... what?
Both girls together, holding hand, chanting: POT-PORN! POT-PORN! POT-PORN!

Kudos to the attendant for somehow figuring out what they wanted, and then hastily giving it to them to SHUT THEM UP OMG!!!

rainette, to Emmanuelle's mum: They's SO CUTE! They did so well!
Emmanuelle's mum: yeah. Though Emmanuelle is a late bloomer, the first time I sent her sister buy something she was younger and it was in Italy.
rainette: ...

In other news: HELLO, FRIENDS AND NEIGHBOURS! I hope you are all well.