'Wunging conteen doephleng-ay!'The Boy shouted after Rosey's fleeing back, clutching his dinky cars to his chest. R burst into tears and ran past me. I could hear him muttering to himself. 'Cawliflingkafllaaa medoesy lebluebing.'
I marched out into the livingroom. The jig was up.
'Cass, QUIT PICKING ON YOUR SISTER!
And for the LAST time,
YOU DON'T SPEAK FRENCH!'
I'm not sure if it's the French-cartoon channel I sometimes see him squinting at or what, but C has decided he speaks French. Fluent French.
This would be great...except his mother only speaks English.
(And knows enough French to know making swirly faces with your lips does NOT equal the French language.)