Papa speaks Francais

Early one morning a couple of weeks ago.

Leila: Where’s papa?

Me: He’s on a plane, going to Houston, in America.

Rahul: Like the pilgrims?

Me: Yah, to America like the pilgrims. But he’s on a plane, not a boat, so he’ll be there by tomorrow.

Leila: Can you be papa?

Me: What do you mean can I be papa?

Leila: Papa talks French. You talk French.

Me: Woah. Oh. Tu veux que je parle en Francais avec vous?

They both look up at me, eyes gleaming. And smile.

Rahul: Papa talks Francais.

Me: D’accord, on peut parler en Francais.

Leila: Papa. Papa, I want to go to Etats Unis.

Me: On va aller aux Etats Unis bientot cherie. T’en fait pas…..

(Ten minutes of French later)

Me: Ok guys, come on, let’s go downstairs for breakfast.

Leila: Nooooo, you are papaaaa…you talk French.

Me: Ah, oui. J’ai oublie.

Rahul: No talk Francais mama. Talk Anglais. Waaaa. You are mama now.

Starbox

4am.

“Maaaamaaa. Waaaah. Mama.”

Me, slipping in between the children, “What’s up Rahul?”

“Where’s my book?” he asked, as he frantically felt around the mattress and floor.

Me: Which book, this one?

“NO. The one with rabbits and the balloons.”

Me: Uhhh….rabbits and balloons, is it this one then?

Even more agitated, Rahul: Not that one. With rabbits and balloons.

He’s either dreamt about floating rabbits, or it’s something from school.

Me: Ok, come over here my love. Try to sleep again.

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That afternoon.

Me: What do you feel like doing Rahul?

Rahul: I want to go to the slides.

Me: But it’s raining outside now. The slides and monkey bars are all wet and slippery.

Rahul: Where’s Leila? And papa?

Me: Leila’s gone to Decathlon with papa. Today it’s me and you, together!

Rahul: I want to go to the box place.

Me: What box place?

Rahul: The BOX shop, where we went yesterday.

Me: Hmmmm. What did we do there?

Getting frustrated, Rahul: We played with boxes and stickers.

“Ummmm…”

Think fast. Think fast.

A few days ago we bought stickers for the kids and then hung out in a section with cube-like furniture at…

“Star…bucks? Starbucks!”

“Yes. Starbox,” he lit up.

“OK, let’s go get stickers from the shop next to Star BUCKS, and then we can share a hot chocolate.”

“OK. Let’s go!”