Mitchell’s French has been getting better through day care (where half his teachers speak French to him) and everyday discourse with Elie our driver (who speaks bugger all English). Yesterday he greeted Elie with a polite “comment ca va?”.
We’ve also been noticing that Mitchell slips in the odd Arabic word, which is a particularly Lebanese approach to communication – why use one language when three will do?
His favourite, which he only seems to use when things are getting heated (also a Lebanese trait) is to state “la!” (“no”) emphatically when he wants to make clear that he doesn’t want something.
He’s also taken to shouting out “yalla cars!” when we’re stuck in traffic jams.