Friday, March 03, 2006

Ah the joys of language learning

Learning a new language is quite an adventure. On the first day of French class, for example, Steve said that he liked his poison cooked instead of raw. He meant to say he liked his fish cooked. The next day, he insisted that the lady in the drawing let go of her poison and it rolled down the stairs. He meant to say her baby carriage. His classmates now think that he is infatuated with poison. Then he said he needed to cut his horses--instead of his hair. Meanwhile Beth wondered why the handout at church said that God condemned the peaches (it was talking about "sin").


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