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.
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.