Parlez vous...

So the kids have decided to teach their dad some French before we go to Tahiti this summer. I think Tehani is a little more into this teaching assignment than Kobe is. Not sure if it is because she is able to remember more of the things she learns in class or if it's because it makes her feel like she can be a bossy teacher like her Auntie Cynthia :) Anyway, tonight's lesson consisted of:

• Petit pois or...green peas. My absolute least favorite vegetable in the whole world. When I was little my dad used to spell my name on my plate with peas to torture me for not eating them. (Someone should have called DCSF!)


• Le lait or...milk. I think this was Kobe's word because he actually drinks the stuff. I will not be surprised when Tehani is older if she is a vegan. We have a hard time getting her to eat--or drink--anything animal related. (Am I a bad mom if I tell her that hamburgers grow on trees?!?)


• Deja vu or...deja vu. Not sure if they learned this as part of their food lesson or what.

So if Norm gets separated from his "translators" while in Tahiti at least he can order a glass of milk with a side of peas and tell the natives that he thinks he has been there before....