Tuesday, October 18, 2011
French food for the soul
My guy loves his French class at school. Tonight at bedtime, we had a fun little game going. He sang me a song in French (of course, I know it, but pretend it's the first time I've heard it). Tête, épaules, genoux, orteilles...yeux, nez, bouche, oreilles. Then he asks me a whole bunch of words in french: boat: bateau, bed: lit, kiss: bisou, he says bisou and I kiss him, he says it again and of course, kiss him. Repeat, repeat, repeat. He tries to circumvent my next kiss by throwing up his stuffed owl, so I say "No! Hibou, not bisou!" which sets him off into uncontrollable giggles. When it's time to say our final goodnight he says to me, "Give daddy a bisou for me!" I love him. He is such a sweet boy. I'm a lucky mommy.