Last night Michael’s mommy and I were relaxing on the couch after a rough day (hers at work, mine at home tending to a marginally ill five-year-old).
Michael was playing Wii Fit, alternating between downhill slaloms and long distance runs.
As my wife and I sipped the last of our drinks and sat there holding our glasses in hands, we both realized that neither of us wanted to get up to put the glasses on the table.
“Ah, geez. I’m all comfy now,” I said.
Then, holding out my glass, I called out to no one: “Garçon! Garçon! Take my glass and bring me a Pina Colada. Chop chop!”
Michael stopped what he was doing, grabbed my glass and carefully took it over to the table. Then he took his mom’s glass to the table, and went back to his game.
“When did he learn what “garçon” means?” I asked my wife, who was laughing as hard as I was.
He may still leave his shoes and coat lying in the middle of the entryway, but he can make us laugh every day.
So the kid can speak French, but can he mix a good drink?
(MD) I’m not sure the drinks he can mix are the ones you’d be interested in.
Just think of all the years you have left at home with that thoughtful son of yours!
(MD) That is exactly how I’ll have to think of all those years ahead, in order to survive them.
Very funny. He is obviously a good kid, a great waiter, and bilingual to boot.
(MD) I just need to teach him how to use the bottle opener and to make nachos and I’m all set.
Michael is a good kid. Sometimes he makes poor choices but over all he has a heart of gold with a little imp mixed in. Even in the worst of times he can usually make us laugh. Who could resist that red “fancy” hair and sweet dimples????
(Hubby) Anyone who’ll stop what they’re doing and take my empty glass to to the table is aces in my book.
This is wonderful and funny! I wish I would have taught my girls French when they were younger!
(MD) The creepy part is, I’m teaching him Spanish, not French.