everyday life and other joyful fiascos
Move over Chef Boyardee!
Ooops – strike that. I just googled that because I wasn’t sure of myself and I learned something we all need to know and be able to differentiate. Chef Boyardee is Italian-American. Duh! But I knew there was some pasta-like product with a Franco-American name or slogan somewhere in the murky history of my youth.
Our son told us, in French, on Friday evening after we returned from our trip to France, that he spoke French all day at school. He did this once before when he went back to preschool at the age of three for the first day or two, but I didn’t think he would really go through with it in Kindergarten.
Sure enough, this morning, when Fab dropped him off at school, he asked his teacher if he had spoken French on Friday. Indeed, he did. All day. Not a word of English. Luckily, Montessori education values exposure to other cultures very highly, so his teacher very good-naturedly pulled out google translate and did her best to figure out what he was saying.
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