Saturday, April 21, 2012
Today on the way home from dance class, Bailey and I spied 5 or 6 men in identical, black berets walking ahead of us toward the Dart. Bailey said, 'Hey Mom! French guys.' Me: 'Bailey, you can't stereotype based on hat choice.' Low and behold, as we came alongside them, they were speaking FRENCH! Then, when we got on the Dart, we sat down by a couple. Yep, they were speaking French, too. I was rehearsing what I would say if they asked me a question. It wouldn't have been a very long conversation! Thanks to Jola, Bailey and I will be fluent any day now.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
|A '1' and a dinosaur candle for the other '1.' Thanks Viktor!|
|Being sung to in a restaurant is always embarrassing.|