Working Mum: Fluent in French, thanks to Batman
By Tabitha Ronson
Master A has joined French Club. I may sound like an overbearing Dragon Mum here but he has already taken to it like the proverbial "canard a l'eau".
I never got further than passing my French O-level (yes, I'm old school) at Grade B so it's not likely it's something that has been passed on to him through my genes.
He has an older half-sister living in Quebec but I doubt that has had any effect as he's only met her once.
So, we could be looking at a natural, dare I say, linguist prodigy here, although I suspect that me telling him that Batman is fluent in French may be the driving factor in his pursuit of mastering of the Gaelic tongue.
My son truly believes he is the Caped Crusader, ergo he must also be able to speak French.
On the school run, he has me play a CD of French nursery rhymes. He merrily sings along complete with a rather impressive accent.
More Depardieu than Del Boy, I am delighted to say.
His language prowess has become the talk of Reception; mummies coming up to me asking if I have hired a private tutor to run alongside the club.
They are all such competitive types that it's nice to be able to say that I haven't and that Master A has been to the same number of lessons as his classmates.
They don't believe me. One of the mums in particular appears to be suitably irked. She has a chalet in Switzerland and decamps there with her kids every holiday.
Of course, her children should be naturals - immersed in the culture and language for months at a time.
From the way she has been probing me about Master A, I get the impression they are not.
Quelle horreur. The single parent's offspring sans advantages is naturally gifted and better at something than the privileged! I am in my element.
Working Mum, preparing to tell Master A that Batman is a whizz at chemistry, physics, algebra, Latin, history, geography, music, law, brain surgery...