So, Le Petit has become incredibly fond of ice cream, “kem gasee”, as he says, since he spent time with his grandmama in QC earlier year. Once in a while we give him a little cone with vanilla ice cream.
A few nights ago, his papa told him told him that he could have some ice cream after he finishes his dinner. After Le Petit devoured his little cone, as I was unbuckling his high chair belt and setting him down, I told him to go thank his father for the dessert.
Specifically, I said, “Say thank you to papa for the ice cream.”
He said,”Merci papa pour creme glacee.”
Le Petit made the switch seamlessly from one language to the other without a hitch.
It’s probably something instinctual and natural for young minds, but still, I’m very proud of him.