Post #11: Running into the River

So we’ve been so concentrated on helping Brooklyn learn French, that we’ve kind of forgotten that she still has a little bit left to learn about English. Here’s a funny story from a couple of weeks ago, when we still had our rental car:

So we were out for a drive as a family, looking for a store somewhere north of town near the Saone river. In giving Jason directions, I said something about how if he went left, we would “run into the river.” All of a sudden Brooklyn got totally panicked. Over and over again she insisted that we shouldn’t run into the river because the car was too heavy and wouldn’t float like a boat. We tried to alleviate her fears with moderate success until a few minutes later when I told Jason to turn. He said “I’m afraid I can’t. It’s a one-way street.”

It was hilarious to hear Brooklyn in the back seat break out in wails: “Afraid?! Afraid! Why are you afraid? I knew we were going into the river!”