Me: "Terzo, because it's your birthday, you can pick out a SPECIAL CHEESE."
Terzo: "Ooh! Ooh! I'm getting Pik & Croq!"
[Pik & Croq is the only nasty cheese I've seen since moving here. Basically, it's Cheez-Whiz, packaged with a couple of stale mini-bread sticks. In other words, it's the French version of Handi-Snacks. ]
Me: "Uhhhhhhh... don't you usually like something like Camembert or Caprice des Dieux?"
Terzo: "Oh, I saw it in a COMMERCIAL."
[The only kid who ended up liking it was Quarta, who licked the cheese off the bread sticks and then tried to give me the soggy remains of her processed-cheese-delivery-devices. Thanks, little girl!]
H/T Charles De Gaulle ("How can anyone govern a nation that has 246 kinds of cheese?")