To get a bit of post nap exercise, I'd occasionally release schuyler into the hallway which was fortunately a loop so she could keep in running. On one such occasion (where she was convinced that she was being chased by a crocodile and a monster) we passed the housekeeper for our room named Marie. Marie overheard me speaking my clumsy French to her and, being from the Ivory Coast, thought it was the coolest thing in the world that Schuyler could response to her a tiny bit in French. They had a good little conversation and when we came back that evening, there were milk and cookies for Schuyler and a bottle of wine for her parents from our new friend, Marie. There really are good people left in this world. Merci, Marie.
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