All the children gathered round the table with their mamans whilst the lady in charge explained what we were going to be making. All the kids except one of course. Max has a habit of going deaf and mute whenever we're in social situations at the moment, especially when people speak French to him. After various attempt by various people at getting him to join in, we decided it was best just to leave him to play with the cars on the rug. Which he did for the full two hours, ignoring anyone who spoke to him.
I, however made a fantastic Christmas bauble from thread and old sweet wrappers and a cardboard Christmas tree decorated with feathers and sparkles. Very proud of my work too.
I've noticed that French children in general seem to be a bit less wild than back home. Max's usual toddler group in England can only really be described as chaos, whilst here the kids prefer to sit at a table and get involved with an organised activity. Or maybe it's just the people I'm hanging round with. Either way, Max is still firmly a believer that toddlers equals an opportunity to run wild and play cars.
At the end of the session, everyone joined in singing a French Christmas song. I obviously didn't know the words so just smiled and nodded my head a bit. Then everyone thought it would be a great idea to sing an English Christmas song too for me and Max! So the whole room pipes up with 'Jingle bells, jingle bells jingle all the way'. Lovely I thought. But it seems no-one knew any more words than this, so I had to continue the rest of the song as a solo with twenty people staring at me, smiling and nodding along whilst I got redder and redder until we hit the chorus again. It truly was one of those moments when I wanted the earth to swallow me up.
As soon as we get in the car after the session, Max finds his voice and turns back into his charming old self.
Butter wouldn't melt...
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