They have a certain... endearing quality that's hard to describe.
I went to french immersion school when I was younger. One of my dad's favourite things to do was to ask me and my brother what "je ne sais pas" means. We would then say "I don't know". My dad would then proceed to complain "Why am I sending you to this school if you don't even know what "je ne sais pas" means?"
I don't know what that means. Can someone please translate?
He has trouble introducing himself in France.
Pega-sus.
Hey. Don't say Je's-looking-Sus bro
Billy Jeans!
Je suis christ
"Je ne sais quack!"
Dad: What do you have there in your porridge, son?
Son: Just wheat and bananas
Dad: Salut "and bananas", je suis ton père
Phillipe Phillope
je ne sais quack.
You tell them to Je-Shush.
They have a certain... je ne faux pas.
I'd say, "Dad, I'm gonna go take a shower!" His response, "Why? Is one missing?"
My dad taught me early on that the phrase je t'adore in French translates to I love you. He also mentioned that je t'adore sounds (a little bit) like shut the door if you said it kinda quickly. So anytime someone tells my dad to "shut the door" he'd respond with, "I love you too!"
Not technically my dad, but still a dad. Every time my grandpa came to town when I was a kid after not seeing me for a little while, without fail, the first thing out of his mouth was, "Look at you, you gruesome child! You know, you grew some, child." I think the fact that he explained it every time was what really irked me.
Last time my dad knocked over his soda and it spilled all over his lap he immediately looked up at me grinning, "Well I guess drinks are on me tonight!"
Je ne sais paw
Je ne sais yaw.
