not quite the Olympics..

Kaitlyn started gymnastics this morning. When we got there, the woman inside the gym said “bonjour, Kaitlyn.” I asked Kaitlyn if she knows that woman but Kaitlyn said she didn’t. It kinda freaked me out. Finally the woman said she’d been the roller skating teacher at school last year. At least there was an explanation. And it’s good to know that Kaitlyn is as good at remembering people as her dad is.

I watched a little bit of her gymnastics class through the window in the door. They were hopping on a small trampoline, walking on a very wide balance beam, then climbing on a 4 foot tall foam square and jumping off. Kaitlyn looked like she was having a blast. I think it’s the perfect activity for her. Much more physical than ballet was last year.

After the class, I was sitting outside chatting (in English) when a familiar face walked by – his daughter is Kaitlyn’s one little French friend. She’d come to Kaitlyn’s birthday party last January and I tortured her parents with my feeble attempt to speak French. Anyway, today he walked by and smiled and asked me (in French) how I’m doing. I answered then asked if his daughter is taking the judo class. He said she is, so I asked her if she likes it. Nothing terribly difficult, but I was pretty pleased with myself because it all came fairly easily. I didn’t even find myself struggling to think of the words first in English then in French. And the best part is, this French guy complimented my French! He said I’ve improved a great deal and that I speak with a good accent. I’m sure my next French speaking encounter will be a disaster… but I’ll cling to that compliment as long as I can.

One Response to “not quite the Olympics..”

  1. D.A.D. says:

    Judo??!! At age 5/6? That’s something I’d hate to see being practiced at home with Mom and Dad. The only chop chop I prefer is in the kitchen. But congratulations on your fluency garnering mini-awards amongst the French natives.

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