my son and i were at a french restaurant in montreal.
the waiter approached.
i said, bone-jure.
he said, bonjour and handed us menus.
then i said, mare-say.
he nodded and left.
i said to my son, i fooled him. he thinks we're french.
my son said, no he doesn't. he gave us english menus.
i said, hmm, probably all they have left. i'll prove it. i'll order my meal in french.
he said, dad don't!
i said, you took eight years of french. what's the french word for filet mignon?
then my son said, sometimes you worry me.