The kids teach me something new every day.
Today Elsie taught me a new French word - we were walking home from school and she was telling me about the Chinese lantern she'd brought back with her. 'We've all finished our lanterns. Everyone has done a dragon on it. Look! Tomorrow, we're making an éventail.'
'What's that?' I asked, genuinely puzzled. She turned and looked at me, with a look of surprise. 'A fan! The kind you hold and do this with.' she explained, wafting air with her hand in front of her face. I tried not to look gobsmacked and made a mental note. Almost four and a half and she's teaching me French.
Later on the girls were eating their tea and we got to pudding. I'd made a chocolate cake, with chocolate chips - a special treat since afters usually consists of a yoghurt or a piece of fruit. Molly took a bite and then spotted the fruit Marek was cutting up. She put down the cake. 'Pear!' she declared, and held out a hand for this superior dessert. A dietary lesson from the two year old.
What can I say?