"I can speak French!" declares George, who has hitherto displayed absolutely no bilingual propensity.
"You can!" declares Mary, ever supportive. "What can you say?"
George's eyes flicker. "When my mummy teaches me, I will."
"Can you say anything now?"
His eyes fall. His voice lowers. "Je t'aime."
"Oh, George! What a nice thing to say. Je t'aime, aussi, George."
"What was that? What did you say?" Arthur can't bear to know there are words happening, and he's on the outside.
I explain 'Je t'aime'. Great approval all round.
"Je t'aime, George."
"Je t'aime, Arthur."
"Je t'aime, Darcy!"
"Je t'aime, Zach!"
The boys aimer all over. I love my job.