Oo-la-la!

Josie: I need to learn some more French.

Me (surprised): I didn’t know you knew *any* French.

Josie: Well, I can say a couple of things. I learned them from a book. But I should probably learn more.

Me: Always a good idea to learn a new language. But do you mind if I ask why?



Josie: For the guinea pigs.



Me: Um… okaaaaay?


Turns out that she read somewhere that guinea pigs (which are not ‘pigs’ and are not from Guinea… go figure) were brought to Europe by traders in the 16th century. She then made the (logical?) deduction that there was a good chance that our guinea pigs’ ancestors were raised in France.

Which, I guess, would explain their fondness for croissants and their penchant for being rude to tourists.


Josie: Anyway… they MIGHT only understand French.

Me: You think?

Josie: Yes. So, last night, I told them ‘Good night’ in French. Which, by the way, is ‘Bonne nuit’. (Which… by the way… she pronounced: “Bonn newt”)


Me: What happened?


Josie (shrugging): They just looked at me.


Me: Ah, I see.





Sooo typical of the French. ;)