This morning Kaitlyn was having a grand time dousing a piece of construction paper with glue then drowning buttons in the gloppy white puddles. She started to drag her sleeve through the glue, so I suggested she push her sleeves up. She did and said ca marche.
Her first French phrase. Ca marche.
Yeah Kaitlyn!! So what does “Ca marche” mean?
I have just caught up on a few months worth of your blog–sounds like you are seeing so much, and expecting American visitors too?? How wonderful for you all! Have fun!
p-s if it makes you feel any better, I’ve had to wipe the f-word from my vocab too, I’m never anywhere anymore where it would be remotely acceptable—ahh, the pleasures of a newsroom!