But, I have been intent on getting her to learn a bit of French while she is still young. I dragged her to French classes in LA and habitually force her to visit relatives in France.
The wails, though, when she found out I was taking her to a move subtitled in French. She actually begged to stay in the car for two hours. Pointing out that this is illegal in the state of California, I plopped her in a seat and sated her with butter-soaked popcorn.
The movie began. The first few moments of "The Valet" we confusing. She couldn't read that fast. A few giggles later and she got the rhythm. Then, she would not leave the theatre for drinks or to use the bathroom. We both laughed our sides off...and, when it finished, she asked me when we'd see our next French film. I guess we've made progress.