My French-Indian 6 year old boy on driving:

• Him: Mama, I prefer France, and you?
• Me: Oh but why?
• Him: Because of the little people!
• Me: The little people?
• Him: Yes you know, when you want to cross the road, there are these little walking people on the signal pole. Here nobody stops, nobody lets us cross and everyone honks, it makes so much noise!

My French-Indian 6 year old boy on modesty:

My son’s Indian grandmother came to stay with us for a couple of weeks. One fine morning, I was going downstairs wearing my panties and a long night tee-shirt.

• Him: Uh Mama? Didn’t you forget something?
• Me: What do you mean??
• Him: Well, your pants!
• Me: But I never wear any!
• Him: Yes, but Daddi is there…

Another morning, my son wakes me up and notices that under my very long nightgown, I (for once) am not wearing panties.

• Him: Mama, don’t forget to put on panties before going downstairs, eh?
• Me: Sure. But why?
• Him: My friends are here, they shouldn’t see you half naked!

I did my best to have him run around – sometimes braving the indignation of French tourists in Morocco – et voilà... The obsession with Indian modesty has caught up with him! The worst part is that I myself am very modest by nature. But I don’t see why to wear warm clothes when I’m at home, especially since anyone can see me in a swimsuit when I go to my micro-pool.

My French-Indian 6 year old boy on online class and language:

• Him [after cutting the video in the middle of his teacher’s sentence]: “Et voilà !” (In French)

I didn’t know whether to shout at his impoliteness or laugh at his perfect use of the French expression!