Monday, June 22, 2009
Big Fry’s got it pretty much figured out when it comes to language. He zips in and out of French and English conversations with the ease of a Parisian motorcyclist darting through traffic down the Champs-Elysées.
The other day, though, he floored me. His maternelle teacher is going global – she’s teaching the kids greetings in several foreign languages. What I didn’t know is that I’d be getting an English lesson myself.
Here’s last week’s after-school conversation:
La Mom: How was school today, sweetie?
Big Fry: Good. We learned how to say hello in English! Mommy, do you know how to say it?
La Mom: Ummm, no. Why don’t you tell me?
Big Fry: Eel-oh.
Crap, is it too late to sign him up for the American School of Paris’ summer camp before ‘ee starts speeking like zees?!?
at 2:22 PM