Andre started talking about airplanes when I asked him what he thought of his grandparents, and once again I spent more time talking with the boy than with Alexander. He seemed to be enjoying himself just watching us interact, feeding his daughter meanwhile. As the night went on and from the main course we moved to dessert, Sasha fell asleep on Alexander’s lap, with one fist clutching his shirt and her cheek resting on his chest, and after dessert, Andre began to nod off. I checked my watch; it was late for them. I suggested to the little one that he lie down on the long leather seat and rest his head on my thigh, to be more comfortable. He didn’t think twice about it, and I covered him with my coat as soon as he settled. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, either.
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