"When I have seven years, I call myself Little Bijou." He responded with a smile, probably finding it a charming and tender nickname for a little girl. I was sure he, too, had received an affectionate nickname from his mother, which she breathily whispered in his ear before kissing him in the evening. Patoche, Pinky, or Poulou, something along those lines. However, I corrected him, saying, "That's not what you think. It was my stage name."