The highlight of Brooklyn's week is getting to go to the cantine or cafeteria on Thursdays. The first time that we let Brooklyn dine at school, there happened to be a class field trip to the aquarium that afternoon. When she got home, Brooklyn couldn't remember any specifics about the field trip, yet she joyfully provided a detailed description of everything she ate at the cantine, ranging from the carrots to the yogurt.
This evening at the park, Brooklyn and I played cantine. (It's so much fun to play pretend again!) While my plate may have appeared to be full of rocks and pebbles, Brooklyn explained the cuisine in fluid French--salad, pasta, and "vers de terre" (worms). While I think she meant to say "pommes de terre" (potatoes), her linguistic faux pas brought back great memories of a favorite childhood book, Judy Blume's How to Eat Fried Worms.