I try to lay down some ground rules for Helena, giving in to her insistence that she accompany me on what was supposed to be a super quick nip out to the grocery store. She must behave, and very solemnly she nods her head to my instructions, then trots off to put on her shoes. She's back in a minute, looking timid and puzzled.
"Qu-est-ce que veut dire "have" [pronounced /heiv/]? Tu m'as dis qu'il faut que je sois une good girl, être "have"?"
She will be good, she will be-have. I'm glad she asked.
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