several times over the last couple of weeks, Henri and i babysat his cousin's 3 kids. Lucie (10 years old), Baptiste (7 years old) and Matteo (9 months) are all really personable and polite kids so we were happy to help out their parents. plus poor enfant unique Ayva really likes being around other kids/people whenever i let her out of her cage.
we'd arrive a bit before supper and during this time, Lucie wanted to have little English lessons. no problem for me as i do miss teaching. i did find it slightly odd when she wanted to learn polite words in English because how many 10 year olds do you know want to know how to say "it's not a problem" or "you're welcome" in another language?
one night, Lucie and i were working on pronouncing the 'th' sound when and i looked up at the TV to see what Baptiste was watching. on the screen were these bloody animal parts that a girl, face screwed up with courage, was about to take a bite of. dismayed, i asked Baptiste what it was. he replied excitedly, "f*ck!" Henri and i exchanged shocked glances that rapidly dissolved into laughter. i asked Baptiste the same question and he replied the same way, "c'est f*ck." Henri and i were killing ourselves laughing so of course Lucie wanted to know what was so funny.
i asked her what "f*ck was in French. she told me it was an animal that lives in the ocean. okkkay, but that really doesn't narrow it down. so we accessed handy dandy Google and discovered that a phoque is a seal. Lucie asked me why we were laughing, so i told her that f*ck in English is a gros mot. both kids' eyes grew large. her next question, obviously, was what does it mean? i told her to ask her mom. heh.
fast forward to supper time and Henri pouring water for us all. he started pouring Baptiste's and got a little overzealous and spilled some. with perfect timing, Baptiste yelled out, "F*UCK!" oh man, i haven't laughed that hard in months.