a language lesson from J

Driving J home from the eye doctor the other day and he asked if anyone at the orphanage spoke English. I told him that, yes, there were people who spoke English at the House of Hope, the transition home where our two children are living until we can go get them. He was hoping that they were teaching the 3-year-old some English, and I assured him that she was probably learning a few words.

J: Maybe they will teach her to say "ooh-la-la."
Me: Now, why would they teach her that?
J: Oh, you're right. That's French.

My multilingual child.