Had lovely time with grandsons, three and six years old. Both almost entirely bilingual, which is more than we can say for their mono-lingual, but Will Persist in Mangling French, Nana. Daughter took me and grandsons on trip into Paris central, which caused great concern to three year old, who kept saying in imperative manner, 'Come, come, Nana' as we boarded the various Metro lines. He seemed agreeably worried that I might get lost, and kept checking I was Still In Tow. The six year old was more sanguine, but demonstrated Very Good Manners on many occasions, carrying any heavy items that I became burdened with.
Went to the International School's International Day, which consisted of a great many stalls selling ware pertinent to their country of origin. English stall laden with cakes, American with hot-dogs, German with Vast Unchewable Sausages etc. etc. Chief impression was of Highly Competitive Parents, aghast at very thought of Coca-Cola, and enrolling their exhausted offspring in myriad extra-curricular activities, presumably so they have no opportunity of meeting up with the Devils Brew, or experimenting with any other noxious substances. All highly laudable I agree, and Highly Responsible Parenting. One Highly Responsible Mother was shocked beyond belief that she met somebody who actually Had A Bottle of Coca-Cola on the table AT MEALTIMES! She harped on this heinous crime for quite some time, until I felt like remarking that at least it wasn't a pot of crack cocaine, but resisted impulse as felt it wouldn't have Gone Down Too Well.
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