I know our kid is destined to be quite French. Other than his dad being French, we live in France. His friends will, most likely, be French. He may even end up smoking gauloises in his teenage rebellious years, much to his mother’s dismay. I even played a role in the acquisition of his first beret (although the CGTesque pose was totally him):
Yet, I like to think that he’ll be a bit American too. As I partook in some delicious Herdez Salsa Verde my mom had so lovingly brought over for me a couple months back, I thought to myself, this is why I’m breastfeeding. Sure, it’s convenient. Sure it’s better for my baby. Sure we’re bonding. But most importantly, he will not be one of those wussy French boys who cringe at the sight of a hot pepper. When we go back to Arizona to visit, he will be the one taking a little plastic cup of those jalapeños at the salsa bar and then proceeding to eat them one by one with his fingers. TAKE THAT!
However, as July comes to an end, I’ve started thinking about one of my favorite American traditions — Halloween. While France was on board with Halloween for a bit about ten years ago, the enthusiasm fizzled out and it has all but disappeared these past few years. Rare are the vampires, ghosts and goblins that roam the streets, and even rarer are the treats and tricks that go with them. Liam, however, will surely be sporting a costume come this October. This will take some careful planning though, as I will have to order it from and/or have it bought for me in the US and then sent over.
Anyone seen Halloween costumes out yet? I’m not even sure where to look…