Tonight, I think that Griffin was working on his FWP--"French for Whining Purposes." We're visiting my parents in Wisconsin for the Thanksgiving holiday (happy turkey!), and he's just a little discombobulated and overstimulated with all the people and all the excitement and the changes to his daily routine, which has made bedtime a real challenge.
This evening, he showed particularly impressive defiance, despairing and crying and calling, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! I want you, Daddy! I never ever ever ever want to go to sleep!" When it seemed like everyone else in the family was ready to leave to go buy stock in an earplug company, I gave in and tried to comfort him.
Griffin melted into my arms, in tears. "Maman, maman, maman! Je ne veux pas faire dodo! Je veux Daddy! Je veux lui!" (Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! I don't want to go to bed! I want Daddy! I want he!)
I didn't mind Griffin's persistent proclamation of preference for his pere, because I was so thrilled that he was whining to me in French, unprompted! He even used the subjunctive mood correctly: when I threatened to leave the room if he didn't calm down, he grabbed me and said "Je veux que tu restes" (I want you to stay).
|In fact, Griffin usually falls asleep "reading."|
So I snuggled up to my big little boy, rocked him in my arms, and read him French stories until he fell asleep. I snuck out of the room, smiling, because he was whining so well in his second language.