Tuesday, April 03, 2007
When my cousin Foaud was a toddler he used to think that there were two ‘’Lilatos’’ (what he used to call me) – the Lilato he used to see in the flesh and the Lilato he used to hear on the radio.
Sometimes he used to say that he preferred ‘’the other Lilato’’ (the one on the radio) presumably because ‘’the other Lilato’’ never told him what to do and never gave him a hard time.
When my mum used to baby-sit him and they’d be listening to me live on the radio in the living room, he’d go looking for me in my room and around the house during the commercial break.
Also when he was around that age, Foaud intentionally hit another child in the head with a racket.
Literally playing the man not the ball.
When asked what he was doing he said ‘’tennis’’.
He was punished for this out of character behaviour of course.
I certainly don’t condone that sort of thing, but, in his defence, tennis isn’t that popular in Lebanon, so it’s understandable for Lebanese not to have a perfect grasp of the rudiments of the game, especially at his age.
7:30 pm
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