The Irony is Killing me

1. In the middle of watching Les Miserables in the theater, I suddenly realized that I was watching two Australians, arguing in English Accents, while pretending to be French. A little bit of the movie magic was lost for me after that.

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2. Did it occur to anyone else during the Olympic Games in London last summer, that each time the United States won a Gold Medal, their National Anthem would play. Which is a song about them winning a battle that granted them Independence from England. Isn't that a little rude? First The U.S. beats Great Brittain, and then they celebrate with a song about how they originally beat them.

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3. In France, they call French Kissing American Kissing. 

No kidding. 

4. My Little Giant has recently entered the phase of saying Mommy, mommy, mommy, allllllllllllllllllll the time. (Like ten times in two minutes multiplied by a million) But when I respond, he never has anything further to say to me. 

So I am starting to rue the day that I worked so hard to teach him to say my name. 

The Rookie thinks that I am being ridiculous, and tries to remind me that LG is just a kid, and that him saying my name incessantly shouldn't drive me up the wall so much. So when this next baby is born, I am only going to teach it to say Daddy. 

5. The Rookie's grandmother came from France to the United States after WWII. She did not teach her children to speak French, because (as she puts it) back then, when you moved to America you became American, and did not try to preserve your own culture. 

So my husband does not speak French. He did however learn Spanish in High-school, and later through church service he began to speak it fluently.

My Great Grandmother came to the United States from Mexico, and didn't speak a word of English. She taught her daughter Spanish, who taught her own son (my father) Spanish, but he didn't teach me Spanish. So I am the first generation in my family who's first language is not Spanish. In High-school, and later in France, I learned to speak French Fluently. 

So here we are, The Rookie is part French, but speaks Spanish, and I am part Mexican but speak French.

(I do realize that a couple of these instances are loose interpretations of the definition of Irony, but I grew up in the generation when Alanis Morissette single handedly confused us all on the actual definition of Irony. So handle it.)