It’s All French to Me


I arrived to pick up Reuben at daycare yesterday and was greeted warmly by his teacher, who seemed especially impressed with his contributions to class that day.

“Reuben told us about his language skills,” she said smiling, “Do you speak another language in the home?”

“Us?” I said, suddenly confused. “Um, no…”

Her brow furrowed. “Reuben told us he speaks French.”

“He what??” I said, incredulously. “No, he does not!”

She looked at me slightly aghast. “Oh, my goodness, we believed him!” she said, starting to laugh. “He seemed so confident about it! He told us the days of the week and the months of the year in French. We pointed to pictures of objects around the classroom, and he told us what they were in French. He had an answer for everything! We were going to incorporate his French into Circle Time every morning.” (Here I had a brief…

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