French Kiss

The Princess really wants to learn French. It started when I bought her some 'Days of the Week' underwear from Joe Fresh that have the days in French and English. Every morning we have to choose the right pair, and sound out the word in both languages. Her accent is actually pretty good, I melt every time she says "Dimanche".

My French is really rusty, but I can still read it, and although it would have to be a very slow and stilted conversation, I can speak enough to get by. Hubs is terrible. He stopped studying it as soon as he was able, and his accent is....atrocious. The man thinks it's funny to say "Frapper la rue!" (Literally, hit the road - but the expression doesn't translate.) When we go to Quebec and he tries to converse, the locals all cringe and switch quickly to English.

Last night when I was washing dishes, I overheard the Princess ask her Dad to teach her something in French. I was horrified to hear him start singing, "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir!"

Gah! I ran into the living-room. "What's wrong with you! Don't teach her that!"

Hubs looked completely non-plussed. "What? It just means kiss me."

"No, babe, it doesn't!"

"But I thought....well, what does it mean, then?"

"Well, literally, coucher is 'to lie down' but it means...."

"OH! Shit....sorry!"

"Mommy, I want Daddy to sing me the song!"

"Daddy is a terrible singer, and he forgets the words. Let's sing Alouette...."

"Oh, ok."

Oh! Shit....sorry! indeed.