Pape got a doorway jumper seat thingy for Christmas. He loves it. Loves it. He’s probably not actually big enough for it, but he just flings his little self into action and bounces and bobbles all over the place.
Our house-helper calls it his feccukaay. That’s fecc (to dance) + kaay (the object that enables it to happen).
Today he’s got plenty of music to accompany his fecc-ing. The presidential rally is taking place about a mile away and we can hear every single song. That includes the current Bob Marley medley. Dance, baby, dance.
And on Sunday… vote, Senegal, vote.