I went to help out at school today and several times passed a little girl in Year 1 who goes to the boys' French School on Saturdays. Both her parents are French and not only does she speak French at school, but she is the perfect little French mademoiselle. You could picture her in those Madeline books easily. Anyhow, every time she saw me today she said "Salut!" or "Bonjour la mere de Scott!"
Today however in the busy corridor she stopped and chatted, in French, and I chatted back. As we were rabbitting away in French, the other volunteer parents and teachers were just staring at us, the little girl and I, and I had it in my head that it was okay because I was helping her with her French.
But who am I kidding? She of course was helping me! She even told me the word for watermelon, when I got stuck.
Hmmmm. Even a six year old can be a good teacher I guess!