The boys have been complaining about going to French school on Saturday mornings for some time now. I was ignoring them, but recently I decided to take them seriously and see if I could find another solution.
A French friend of mine offered to teach them privately, and as she is a mum at the boys' school, we agreed that we would try to convince the school to allow her to teach the boys during their regular French lesson (which, as it often covers only things like numbers and colours, doesn't benefit the boys much anyhow).
Scotty, however, caught whiff of this plan and protested. "I don't want to be taken out of my French class! I like it! I'd rather go to French school on Saturdays!"
Funny enough, there was no whining this morning en route to French school.
What a wizard wheeze that was!