A French Lesson
29 Jan
Maya has been asking me for months now if she can learn French. Damn that Fancy Nancy and her bad influence! I have been humoring her all this time because I figured she’d forget about it but apparently my child has a memory like an elephant. So I stopped being lazy, did a little research, and took her to a class this afternoon.
Who knew that so many preschoolers had such extensive language needs? When I was Maya’s age I think my parents were just pleased I could speak English without utilizing the word “ain’t.” Learning another language never even entered the picture.

Initially the teacher was concerned that Maya would have separation issues…she clearly has no idea that my daughter is willing to spend time with just about anyone else if it means she gets time away from her crazy mother.
Things were kind of chaotic with the teacher talking at an extremely rapid pace and in a very loud voice. I don’t think she understood that I was serious when I said that Maya doesn’t know any more than Bonjour. After the 45 minute class was over I asked Maya what she learned and she said, “I don’t know, Mama. I think I need some more classes.” I wonder if that was Maya talking…or the teacher talking?
After French we headed to one of my favorite restaurants for dinner…Fresh Corn Grill.
Fresh Corn Grill is conveniently located near our place in Westwood. But the parking, or lack thereof, is a nightmare! We had to circle the block a few times to finally score a parking meter.
The restaurant is quite small and isn’t exactly a dining destination so we usually just use Fresh Corn Grill for catering. And they do an amazing job at catering! But I was craving a salad tonight and since I wasn’t exactly about to turn heads in my soccer mom ensemble:
We figured we’d forgo ambiance for good food.
Fresh Corn Grill is the kind of casual place where you place your order at the counter and they bring you your food when it’s ready.
Maya usually loves Fresh Corn Grill but today she was in a bad mood and said she “didn’t want anything” from the restaurant. “Not one thing.” She brought her own pasta instead. I had no idea what her deal was, but I was too excited about my salad to really care.
I had the Fresh Corn Grilled Salad with Salmon (corn, zucchini, scallions, asparagus, tomato, and avocado tossed in a house vinaigrette). It was fabulous. I pretended not to notice Maya longingly eyeing my salmon. But she would not be ignored.
“I wish I could have some salmon,” she kept sighing. And after I gave her a couple of bites she said, “I wish if I could have some more.” I told her she could have more of my salad but the rest of the salmon was all mine. She huffed and puffed but I would not back down. I told you I don’t share very well.
Ali had the Grilled Chicken with Caribbean Sauce and Grilled Zucchini. I didn’t hear any complaints coming from his direction but he wasn’t exactly laying on the compliments either. Again, I didn’t really care because I was too excited about my salad, which he incidentally ate half of.
It’s another exciting Friday night around here…I am about to break out some chocolate and watch Sunshine Cleaning. I hope you are all out doing some more interesting than me!







