Before Kaitlyn’s dance spectacle, we had two of her fellow dancers and their families over for our version of an apperetif.
As I was picking up so we could leave, I tried to explain to her French friend that she could come back another day to use Kaitlyn’s new sidewalk paints with her but that we were out of time. Unlike Kaitlyn, I was trying not to make the poor girl suffer with English and was doing my best to stumble through it in French. Kaitlyn’s other friend, an American who’s always lived in France, was standing there and asked me why I was speaking French, telling me point blank: She knows OUR language!”