Why French Parents Are Superior by Pamela Druckerman
When my daughter was 18 months old, my husband and I decided to take her on a little summer holiday. We picked a coastal town that's a few hours by train from Paris, where we were living (I'm American, he's British), and booked a hotel room with a crib. Bean, as we call her, was our only child at this point, so forgive us for thinking: How hard could it be? We ate breakfast at the hotel, but we had to eat lunch and dinner at the little seafood restaurants around the old port. We quickly discovered that having two restaurant meals a day with a toddler deserved to be its own circle of hell. Bean would take a brief interest in the food, but within a few minutes she was spilling salt shakers and tearing apart sugar packets. Our strategy was to finish the meal quickly. After a few more harrowing restaurant visits, I started noticing that the French families around us didn't look like they were sharing our mealtime agony. French Lessons Children should say hello, goodbye, thank you and please.
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