Conversation in the car alone with Bean:
Bean: Hey! Mama!
Me: Yes?
Bean: Bean time, Mama time, fun, huh?
Me: You like just Bean and Mama time? Me too, sweetie. I love spending time with just us girls. I lov-
Bean: Look! A flags! Purple one and yellow one!
Sigh.
I’m planning a dinner party for eight for tomorrow. One of the recipes calls for a loaf of Brioche bread. A few weeks ago I tried to make it myself – it was such a disaster that I think the flour secretly sniggers at me from the pantry.
After Bean’s gym class, I toted her to a French bakery a few miles from my house. Here’s how the conversation went.
Me: Do you have brioche?
Frenchie: Oui.
Me: Good. May I buy one please?
Frenchie: Non.
Sigh.
Why wouldn't they let you buy one?
Posted by: JennySmith at October 8, 2008 1:47 PMFrench people apparently meet their stereotypes in real life I guess.
Posted by: Ryland at October 9, 2008 4:28 PMThe correct response to Frenchie would have been: "Donnez-moi le pain, bri-otche!"
Posted by: JohnnyB at October 10, 2008 9:32 AM