Why? Well, I need to slowly let go of Paris. I’m not going back. I’m not French. And I’ll be damned if I go all Madonna and adopt a foreign accent when we all know I’m from Maryland, and people from Maryland don’t have any accents at all. Unless you’re from Bawlmore, but that’s another story.
Anyway, I’m in America for the next year, so we’re going native, in our language and cultural explorations (look for reports on things like the siren song of Whole Foods and Oklahoma cheeseburgers the size of a pie plate). But more importantly, I’ve recently decided that my child’s perfectly round head and so-chubby-they’re-sagging cheeks make her look more and more like the Sultan of Swing every day.