Him, whispering in my ear: “I want to tell you a secret…” Me, also keeping my voice down: “What is it?” Him: “Well, I can’t tell you.”
Making up words: riding on his trike (tricycle) is “tricyquer,” going to the park (parc) is “parquer”, and so on. And no, these verbs definitely don’t exist in French.
Speaking of verbs, conjugations in French are a bit tricky (even for adults), and consequently he doesn’t always get them right. But it’s funny, for someone who’s studied language, it seems to me his mistakes are maybe half flukes and half “tenses that are not grammatically right but still naturally makes more sense than the real thing.”
Our last day in NY, he went to the big annual Car Show with his dad, while my mom and I hopped on a cab to Bloomingdale’s (which was fa-bu-lous). You all know at this point how car crazy he is and actually much more knowledgeable than I am, right? After we all met up for lunch, we headed back to the car and began our long drive home. He almost immediately fell asleep, only to wake up very suddenly in a cold sweat an hour and half later, shouting: “I didn’t see any Ferraris! I didn’t see any Ferraris!...”
He was very happy to tell me yesterday that Declan’s mom (a little boy in his daycare group) was “encinque”. He meant pregnant but the real word is “enceinte,” and the way he says it actually translates as “in five.”
Suddenly, he went from being super shy on the phone to being endlessly chatty. The other day, he floored my mother when she asked: “how was your day?,” and he proceeded to narrate everything he had done, talking for a total of about 8 minutes (j’ai joué, j’ai joué, j’ai joué, j’ai lancé le ballon, on est rentrés, j’ai enlevé mon manteau, j’ai bu de l’eau... (I played, I played, I played, I threw the ball, we came back in, I took off my coat, I drank water…))
Calling for me during the night, saying that he was thirsty. “OK then, sit up, here’s your water…” Then turning his back on me, annoyed: “No mommy, I’m too tired, I need to sleep.”
Me: "It's Mother's Day soon, will you give me a present?" (I meant to say a drawing or craft or the like.) Him: "Yes... Maybe... a truck." Then thinking about it for a second and correcting himself: "Well, a girl truck."
While friends were having us over for brunch, he told the hostess that he didn't want the croissant "with the mud" inside (er, that would be chocolate), but rather the other one "with legs" (avec des pattes) (that would be the plain one with the telling crescent shape).
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So cute and funny! Michael has become a chatterbox too, lately. One day he stayed on the phone with my sister for 1/2 hour and would not let her get a word in.
Yesterday I picked him up from school. They had given him a small bag of popcorn which he was eating. I figured his mouth was dry, but all I had was some leftover soda in which all the ice had melted. (To get this you have to understand that he's always called soda "brisk" because of the carbonation--it's a long story.) So I asked him was it too watery and he said "No, it's brisk-ety."
That is THE CUTEST thing...! Dear Michael... :-)
So adorable! I love how he says a plain croissant has legs. I don't think I'll ever look at one the same way ever again :)
Oh, these are too funny! De vraies perles. :)
It's great that you're writing them down, they'll be really fun to tell at his wedding one day! ;)
Si mignon!!! hahaha, adorable. :)
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