One evening, on my way home from the office, I called the kids and spoke in French just for the heck of it. (If you’ve been following this blog for quite some time now, you’d know we’re not your average Malaysian family!)
“Hello?” It was my 13-year old daughter.
“Puis-je parler avec Makcik*, s’il vous plait?,” I asked. (Translation: May I speak to Auntie, please? My kids call the maid ‘Auntie’.)
Without missing a beat, OnlyGirl deadpanned, “Would you like some fries with that?”
I laughed so hard that, had I been drinking milk, it would have shot out of my nose at that very instant! ;D