Bonjour. Hello. How are you. You’re looking great. Like the tie. Like the face. Let’s get to it.
NE PARLEZ PAS ANGLAIS, SVP. D’ACCORD? Bien.
My house is now half French. Literally. On the first floor, inhabitants can only speak French. On the second floor, English is permitted.
This is going really well. Because, see, here’s the thing. Vincent is a walking gold mine of the French language but he’s a stingy maman foulard.
He doesn’t speak French at home. But, three signs and one beautiful rule changed all of that. Oh yes, mes amis. Oh yes.
We started this on Sunday and we have been holding to it really well. Twice, Vincent’s been like, “Wow! Your French is super good!”
Yeah. You had no idea, Van Gogh, because we never spoke it. Puh! Fou lapin, anglais est pour enfants! (hopeful translation: silly rabbit, English is for kids).
So, there is that.
Also, at the school, we got a turtle. And his name is Flash. And we met a horseshoe crab. And his name is Rico. So, clearly, no complaints here.