Deux mille sept
Well, you know how we all are "My kid is the BEST at...!!!!"
Anyway, the boys were a little nervous about going to school in "French". They asked, "Why do we have to do that? It's going to be hard. It's going to be boring."
French Immersion in our school bard in Quebec is 85% French, 15% English.
I respect their concerns, I honestly did. I never told them, but it was always agreed between the Hubs and myself that should the language barrier ever jeopardize their academics, we'd switch them to an English school if need be.
As English as an "English" school gets in our school board in Quebec is 50% English, 50% French.
To date, nearing the end of our third full week of French Immersion, there have been no complaints. In fact little T now refuses to say "Goodbye" and only says "Au revoir". And when little B plays with his animals, they are often heard saying "Oh OUI OUI!" to each other.
I love it.
FFfffffffffzzzzzzzzzzzzwwwwwwwwwwwwtttttttttt!!! (that's the sound of fast-forwarding the story)
This morning T was looking at the calendar. He says, "On this calendar, it is deux mille sept."
I am gobsmacked. I ask, as I was certain I didn't really hear what I thought I did, "Pardon?"
"Mommy, this calendar is deux mille sept."
I erupt in excitement, hi-fives all around, hooting and hollering my pride for him.
He says, "Mommy, what's that in English?"
Music to my ears.