lalalala am off to the zoo!

We're meeting friends at the zoo in an hour! The zoo is probably the one place in Toronto this week where you can bring kids without fearing to see them 1) squished to death, 2) trampled on, 3) not anymore cos hey, they got lost! For such is March break in Toronto: everyone has one week off at the same time; parents are wary of snow-slush-cold and take the kids to indoor places, so indoor places are chock-a-block full.

Only this year, not everyone has March break at the same time: the Toronto school board can't count on their many fingers, it seems, and they got the week wrong (it's the third week in March, people! The third! Not the fourth!) The other three schoolboards (Catholic, French, French Catholic, yes, we do have 4 public schoolboards in Ontario), and the private schools all have March break this week.

The Toronto non-denominational schoolboard, however. Has it next week.

That means that Froglet (French Catholic) is now on March break. Tadpole (Playschool following the Toronto schoolboard) will be on March break next week. *headthunk*

On the other hand, because the schoolboard got it wrong, the families get cheap vacation weeks! (Cos the airlines? Got it right. So they upped their prices for this week, and next week is back to normal: a lot of people can this year afford to go places for March break, cos it's cheaper than usual. I can't help being happy for them, to say the truth. I hope they really enjoy it.)

While I am gone (to the zoo, yay!), I leave you with this question: as all men sometimes do, Husband bought himself a Toy (well, not really a toy, but you know what I mean).

Think rainette, think Husband and try to guess what he bought: first one to guess what it is gets a Special Rainette Chocolate Shipment.

:D

Marine Mammals.

The visit to the zoo went well. We were meeting a group of friends from Froglet's school, and little Lucca, 4, took possession of Froglet's hand and yelled at her whenever she let go of his ("Hey! Hold my hand!")

We were all discussing the fur seals, and whether we should go over there and meet the keeper, when all of a sudden Caroline's dad suddently said: "I think we should refer to them as 'Marine Mammals'" We looked at him in confusion and he discreetly pointed out a group of confused-looking, shocked English speakers who were obviously incensed by our discussion, especially in the presence of children.

We were speaking in French, see, and the generic French word for seal is "Phoque" - and now I can picture Fox facepalming, because she knows how it is pronounced. Cos even though that word looks deceptively harmless, it is pronounced just like fuck, only with a French accent. :D No wonder our English-speaking friends were somewhat discombobulated by our casual use of that word in our conversation.

In other news, no one has guessed what Husband's new toy is. OK, the answer is ( behind the cut )

I love this man. Even if he doesn't buy me any diamonds. :D