Par-lay-voo...

BigM and I adore the Fancy Nancy book series. BigM even has a pretty sizable "ensemble" (that's a fancy word for "bunch of outfits") of Fancy Nancy dressup clothes, and at least once a week we have a tea party where we call each other "dahling" and point our pinkies out while we sip our air tea.

Tonight we read Nancy's alphabet book (the actual title eludes me- and that's a fancy word for "can't think of it") and if you're a fan, you're already aware that Nancy adores everything French. So when it came time to say prayers, BigM decided she wanted to talk to God in French. I don't speak French, but I'm positive God does, so I know He understood her prayers tonight, even if I didn't.

"Ab-ba-da-ba-ca-ba-lab-ah-doe. Mack-a-lack-a-tack-a-dack-a-go."
What's that mean?
"There's a hairbow."
Um, okay? Thank you for hairbows?
"Yep. San-a-ban-a-dan-a-ran-a-lan-a-man-a-ban-a-pot. Cack-a-lat-a-ban-a-panda-make-a-rake-a-sack-a-bo."
So, what does that mean?
"Ceiling fan."
Thank you for my ceiling fan?
"Yehhh-eeeessss."
All right then. How do you say 'In Jesus name we pray, Amen?'
"Moo-ka-doo-ka-rula-doola-pake-a-say-da-eek-a-lo."

I certainly didn't learn THAT in any of my foreign language classes.