In which Papa Lou gets banned from dinner

We’re at the dinner table, and Granny and Papa Lou are visiting for supper. Tristan is talking to Simon about Madam I’ll-not-out-her-on-Blog, his French teacher of the past two years who will now be Simon’s French teacher.

Tristan: “Oh, you’ll love Madam. She’s so nice.”

Simon: “Yes, I can’t wait to be in Madam’s class.”

Papa Lou: “Knock, knock.”

Tristan: “Who’s there?”

Papa Lou: “Madam.”

Simon: “Madam who?”

Papa Lou: “Ma-dam foot’s caught in the door, open it up!”

Cringe (and subdued snicker) from me. Death-dagger glance at Papa Lou from Granny. Uproarious laughter from Tristan, Simon and Beloved.

And you know they’ll be bringing THAT one to school on Monday morning.

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