Parisians aren’t big on Halloween. Spooky costumes are hard to find and trick or treating only exists in places like The Disney Shop on the Champs Elysee. However, this English tradition still seeps through in some places (albeit American cafes and English bookshops).
After the kids' school parties, I walked Cinderella and a grumpy Dalmatian through the streets of the posh 7th arrondissement, in front of the Eiffel Tower and finally to the bus. The looks we received were priceless. Sam even had a huge bulldog approach him excitedly, thinking he was a real dog! Sam was terrified, I was pissing myself.
Ruby’s the official ‘Poo Detector’ in the family. Fair enough as she’s closest to the ground to smell and see the offensive stuff, she happily points it out shouting ‘Poo mommy!’ so I’m able to dodge the mess and avoid getting any on her new chariot. We often have a game of ‘Count the Poos’ on the way to pick up Sam from school, the highest is 7 at the moment.
We’re now at the point where Sam’s French homework is getting too difficult for us to help him! He’s done amazingly well, always getting a few right on his French spelling test, even when the words are ‘confiture’!!! Ok, he didn’t get that one, but it didn’t help that his dad told him just to write ‘jam’ instead.
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