Milhous m’enerve

Milhous can irritate in several languages. In addition to English,( in which he is largely incomprehensible due to his brain moving faster than his tongue, and poor socialization  in early childhood), he speaks his own strangled French, German and Spanish. My language skills are very poor. As a bossy know-it-all, it maddens me that Milhous must be relied upon when we travel abroad.  He,of course, revels in his prowess and my deficiency. This time in Paris, not content with grandstanding at the guichet, the bureau de change and the quincaillierie, he dragged me to the Beth Din restaurant just so he could show off in Hebrew. At our apartment, he watches children’s programs in Vietnamese and the news in Bulgarian.  It is very trying.


About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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2 Responses to Milhous m’enerve

  1. judy says:

    Quel horreur! Milhouse Vile in Paris! What’s one to think! Sounds as though you’re coping, Liz, in spite of your delicious travel companion! Are you still in Paris — Am sure Dorothy would love to have a lunch or dinner with the two of you. Her e mail is She’s been “under the bed with the dust bunnies” lately should you find time to see her!

  2. Doris says:

    J’agrie, Blarné.

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