We’ve lived in France for over three years now.
My kids were 3 and 6 when we arrived, so they’re pretty much French now.
They chatter away to each other and their mum in French all the time.
My son’s just come looking for his pencil case, asked me if I’d seen it.
I told him to look outside as I suspected his sister had it.
He glanced out of the back door and saw her, scribbling away with his felt tips.
He let out a deep sigh and said ‘Aww, bloody hell!’.
You can take the kid out of Yorkshire…