My 5 year-old daughter is watching the Disney movie Ratatouille this morning.

Not being one to miss a “teachable moment,” I casually mentioned to her that our ancestors were French, like the characters in the movie.

We’ve actually talked about this before. I’ve tried to teach her a few French words using the limited vocabulary I still have from 2 years of college French.

She gave me a confused look. It took me a few seconds to figure out why.

I then explained that our ancestors were French people, like Linguini and Colette, not French rats like Emile.

She looked relieved.

Kids.

A short while later, there was a scene where Emile the Rat is looking out a window over the city of Paris, and the Eiffel Tower is standing tall in the background.

I told her that that’s a picture of Paris, a city in France, and it’s possible that her ancestors lived there (I don’t know where in France they came from).

Her: “That’s pwetty. I haven’t go there yet.”

Me: “Yeah, me neither. Maybe we can go there together someday.”

Her: “Yeah, that would be fun.”

So… there’s one more for the bucket list: Take my daughter to Paris.

Hopefully I can figure out where our ancestors came from first.

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Copyright © by Elizabeth O’Neal

Elizabeth is a professional genealogist, writer, and consultant. Likes: long walks in the cemetery, and the smell of old courthouse books. Dislikes: people who copy stuff off the internet without giving credit, and county clerks who can't tell the difference between Eastern and Pacific time zones. Secretly hopes her daughter will one day develop an interest in family history (but no luck so far).

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