One summer long ago, when Chelsea was a wee little girl, we returned to France after spending two months in California. When Chelsea saw her Daddy she ran and jumped into his arms. After many hugs and kisses she looked at him intensely and said, "Daddy, all my French words are asleep in my head." She continued to speak English for the next two weeks. Then little by little the French words woke up.
As for me….
…J’espere que je peux parler français mieux qu’avant, mais je ne pense pas.
Photo: A very small souvenir Eiffel tower standing on a French linen hand towel.
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