And now for a little follow-up to our geography lesson of a few days ago...
Kyle has French class on Wednesdays, and at dinner last night we asked him to tell us something in French. He was about to give us his usual "Bonne fĂȘte `a toi," but we interrupted him and asked him to teach us a different French phrase.
He looked at me and said, "Bo-zo!"
Shaun and I looked at each other, totally confused. It's not the first time Kyle has said "Bo-zo!" and insisted it was French. We joked that maybe that was French for clown? Perhaps Kyle was calling me lazy?
And then it hit me. "Bonjour!"
Bonjour probably sounds a lot like "bo-zo!" to a four-year-old. So much for Kyle learning to speak French.
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