Friday, January 08, 2010

Big River

The following is an overheard conversation on the plane during take-off between a Scottish mother and her young bilingual, Franco-Ecossaise daughter.

"Ooh look maman," the little girl said, pointing out the small airplane window. "C'est la Seine!"

A supressed chortle from the mother. "No, honey, that's the River Clyde."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, one is in Glasgow and the other is in Paris."

With this reply, the little girl seemed to mull this new information over carefully in her head before saying confidently, "But they are both dirty, stinky rivers and have lots of rubbish floating in them like empty Coke bottles and supermarket trolleys and there are always groups of homeless men sleeping by those rivers under bridges and they smell too, so really...there's not a lot of difference atall."

The mother appeared to agree with her daughter, keeping silent and, after a while, going back to reading her book.


Ghosty said...

I find it amusing that you have a river named Clyde, and that it's not a Bonnie river at all.

Bonnie ... Clyde ... oh, never mind.

Léa said...

Quel bon sens cette petite fille !

Princesse Ecossaise said...

oh dear ghosty, that was a baaad, bad joke!

The worst thing is that I laughed at it!

Léa tout à fait!

T.D. Newton said...

I just have to say that the word "rubbish" is probably the most non-American word I can think of.