The exercise in their textbook was like a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure love letter. It offered the following choice of greetings:
a) Mon Cher/Ma Cherie;
b) Mon Lapin; or
c) Mon Amour;
then a few risqué options for the body of the letter, followed by some saucy farewells. I explained to the class what they needed to do, and they started work.
As I did my rounds of the room, one girl stopped me.
"What does Lapin mean?"
"It means rabbit, or bunny," I said, crushing the problem with all my weight.
Most of the lesson then passed without incident; I answered questions effortlessly, all the while hiding my answer sheet. Towards the end of the lesson, the same girl stopped me again.
Most of the lesson then passed without incident; I answered questions effortlessly, all the while hiding my answer sheet. Towards the end of the lesson, the same girl stopped me again.
"What do these farewells mean?"
I looked at my answer sheet for a moment, as if it were something else that needed doing, then told her:
"Well, this one is 'Hugs and Kisses'; this one is 'My heart is yours forever', and this one is 'You drive me crazy'.
She looked confused.
"What's the trouble," I asked.
"Well, if I'm writing to a rabbit, I don't think I'd say any of those things."
I looked at my answer sheet for a moment, as if it were something else that needed doing, then told her:
"Well, this one is 'Hugs and Kisses'; this one is 'My heart is yours forever', and this one is 'You drive me crazy'.
She looked confused.
"What's the trouble," I asked.
"Well, if I'm writing to a rabbit, I don't think I'd say any of those things."
So short sighted. I know plenty of rabbits that would drive people crazy.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh wonderful!!!
ReplyDeleteI expect "petit chou" (little cabbage) would've had her even more flummoxed. But maybe lapin was all she could take...