Last night…

I asked my son if he wanted to read a book. Yup, he said. I pointed at one: this one? No, he replied, that’s French!

My husband was quicker than me to answer: That’s my excuse, Maman can actually read French. I was relieved to understand where the comment came from, because at first I thought he was just saying he didn’t want to read a French book. It baffled me, because I thought I didn’t think rebellion against the “other” language would come that fast. But no, he was just repeating what Daddy had been saying to him.

So we read that book…

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