'What's this Molly?' I run my finger over the bruise on her shin.
'In school!' she exclaims, eye wide and thoughts tumbling forward too fast for her to voice them. 'I... I... was in class. Se cogner!' she says.
'Oh, you hit yourself?' I clarify.
'Yes!' she grins, and covers her mouth as if she's made a mistake. 'Se cogner, it's in French!'