Over today, my relaxing Saturday where
Olivier had decided that I would need sleep, I have been kicked, spat on, had
my hair pulled and been pummeled to within an inch of my sanity.
The children are lovely.
But, completely mental. Salomé is 8 and
speaks slower and more carefully because she understands that I know nothing. Chloé is 5 and played a card
game with me for one hour where the only thing I knew about the game was that
she was cheating. And Gabriel is 3 and adorable. Olivier says the girls used to
be shy. They aren’t anymore. Salomé was out of the house a lot of today, she
went to Sunday school and to a birthday party, but when she was here, she was
talking to me. I feel more and less confident in my French because of them.
Often, they talk and I have no idea what comes out of their mouths- but I can
understand enough and make myself understood enough. Salomé likes to say HELLO
then ALLO very very loudly, again and again. She thinks it’s funny that they
are really similar. The fact that so much is similar is saving me.
They did my hair for an hour and spent the
rest of the time all trying to sit on my lap.
I forgot the word for bread, the word for
trees and the word for smile.
I looked in my dictionary today
specifically for: kick (to put it in the negative), tickle and necklace.
“Je sais pas”/”Desolée,
repeatez?”/”Je ne suis pas comprenne”- my most used phrases.
Olivier was singing A Hard Rain’s Gonna
Fall while doing the dishes last night. It’s funny what gets you. He started,
and all I wanted to do was imitate dad when he does that. Olivier just likes
the song, but dad does it when he’s being sarcastic about how hard life is.
Also, Olivier can sing well. But it makes me miss home a bit, you know.
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