Growing up bilingual has its advantages, especially when you live in France and take English in school. Sacha and Chelsea say it is class they don’t have to work hard at to have an easy grade.
The other day while I was cooking Sacha was singing an English song in a thick French accent. His voice hit me like the smell of cabbage, (no offense to cabbage but it odorous when cooking,) I looked at him with a turned up nose, waving my soup spoon at him, asking why the heavy accent?
"Oh Mommy I am singing how my classmates sing, they know the words, but man do they butcher this song, they mix all the words around! We have so much fun with it, and the French accent makes it sound even better!!
While the soup simmered I listened to Sacha sing:
"Dee cat iz in dee fiss.
Dee fiss iz in dee ouse
Dee ouse iz in dee cimnee
Dee cimnee iz in dee fissbole,
Dee fissbole iz in dee mouSe,
Everytings in its place!
Everytings in its place!"
"Isn’t it great! All the words are mixed up, nothing is in its place, and yet it goes together well!" Sacha laughs.
Here is hoping that my children find their place, no matter where they are, and sing.
Photo: A small gathering of objects, silk thread, plastic chicken standing on a token, a mouse smelling the perfume of a French woman. Where do you stand and sing?
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