About A Boy

There's a boy in Anna's preschool class named N. N moved here earlier this year.
He's from France.

• When he first arrived, at times N would answer Anna in French. She would giggle.
• After a bit of coaching from Claude the doorman, Anna now sends at least one "Bonjour!" N's way whenever she sees him. And then she giggles.
• One day Anna asked me where her [pretend] Princess phone was. She said she wanted to call N so that he could speak French to her.
  I'm sure you can imagine the giggling.
• One morning last week I was pushing Anna on the swing at the park. N was at the park as well. Anna told me "Push me higher, Mommy, I can't see N!"

N clearly has it working with the ladies, and trust me I am not just blindly perpetuating cultural stereotypes. Need proof? Bien sûr...
N's Mom told me that on "V" day at preschool, when each child brings in something that starts with the letter "V", she and N were walking by Victoria's Secret on the way to school and N asked if he could pick something from there to share with the class.

The boy is not even 4. That kind of mojo just can not be taught.