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This morning, the Baby Goddess was talking about some kid in her class. After describing something he'd done, she pronounced the following:

"He's a French beast."

The hilarity hit me so hard that it briefly knocked the wind out of me.


Feb. 15th, 2006 07:37 pm (UTC)
A French beast? The mind works overtime envisioning such a thing.

Do they wear berets? Does accordion music follow them around, like scary music follows around American beasts? Does the scent of Gaulioses mark their location? Why does Marcel Marceau and other mimes come to mind? Why do I keep asking questions instead of generating reports?