While our American friends commemorate Memorial Day, here in France we also have a three-day weekend in celebration of Pentecost. Well, it probably seems like a celebration if you don't have four small kids fighting like cats in a bag. Fortunately, the weather has been relatively nice, allowing me to send them "OUTSIDE TO PLAY!!!!" whenever the decibel level hits an arbitrarily determined level. Until I heard this:
X: "QU'EST-CE QUI SE PASSE????" ["What the hell is going on?"]
Terzo: "Secondo did it!"
Me: "Okay, I want an answer right now. What are you guys doing?"
Secondo: "We're just playing soccer!"
After bringing the gradually calming down Quarta inside, I asked X if he could figure out what was going on. He informed me that the boys -- led by Secondo -- were kicking soccer balls, with Quarta as the target.
Because Quarta was unhurt and at that point no longer upset, I started to laugh.
X: "What's so funny? That was awful."
Me: "I forgot for a second that you were a youngest child. I was the oldest--my memories are different."