Can you come do this for me, Mister Fire Starter? You're so good at it. I'm not good at starting fires.
Sure. [long pause with a deep thoughtful expression on his face] Tu est très bon dans la chambre.
Deirdre walks up behind her father with a wrinkly nose.
Ewwwwww. You made me take French. I've had French. That's gross. I don't want to know that.
Mrs. Gaelic is almost on all fours laughing so hard.
You can't do French. You can't do Russian. Forget about German. You'll have to learn sign language.
I could do sign language for that too.
Out of Mr. Gaelic's line of sight, Mrs. Gaelic makes a sign which cannot be repeated on prime time blogs.
Both Mrs. Gaelic and Deirdre erupt into laughter.