My daughter M has a friend who also has autism and the two families take it in turn to look after the others child. This particular boy's mum is French and she very often talks to the kids in French, so M has picked up the odd French word.

Of course being French, this mum likes to give the kids French food, with croissants being high on the list, so when M talks about or asks for one she manages to say it with a perfect French accent and exactly like the French pronounce it, not in the Australian manner of inflecting a hard k at the start, sounding like cross-ant, more the gentle q sound, as in quoss-ant. If you close your eyes, you could easily imagine being in a Parisian boulangerie listening to the customer in front placing their order.

Today is one of those pupil free days at her school whereby the teachers get to work on the curriculum in the absence of students, so M is staying at home with mum. She is really looking forward to her day off and to start the day right has asked for breakfast in bed and has placed an order for croissants, in her perfect French.

M hasn't completely succumbed to French ways though, she asked for them to be served with vegemite! I can just hear the French spluttering sacrebleu into their lattes.

That's my little Aussie girl.

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