Parlez-vous français?
Andrew doesn't volunteer much about what happens at school.Me: "How was your day?"
Andrew: "Pretty good." -- This is not just a typical response. It is his invariable response.
"Did you do anything interesting?"
"Just the usual."
So we were completely baffled when Dave got an email from his French teacher that read, "The award ceremony is tomorrow night in Passaic." Passaic (NJ) is not that close and we already had other plans for the evening so there was no way we could go, but I still wanted to know what it was about.
Me: "Andrew, do you know what this is about?"
Andrew: "Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you that we took some kind of national French exam a couple months ago."
"And ... ?"
"Well, they announced at school a few days ago that me and some other girl scored in the top 5 students for New Jersey."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"I just forgot."
I felt terribly deprived of a good opportunity to swell up with maternal pride. But at least I can brag to you folks about it! (Thank you for your tolerance.)
posted by Cricketswool @ 18:47
2 Comments:
Yeah!!! Woot! Good job! :)
To follow up ... Andrew brought home a prize package that went with his award. It contained a brass pencil sharpener shaped like the Eiffel Tower, some bonbons, some postcards of other famous buildings, a poster, and a few other odds and ends. The candy seemed to be the best appreciated.
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