Speaking French

A few nights ago we were on the metro train on our way to a ballgame. Our six year old wasn't holding on so we told him to grab a bar. "What would happen?" he asked. I answered, "The train will stop quickly and you will fall to the floor and your head will hit the floor and crack open and your brains will spill out all over the floor and we'll have to pick up your brains and stuff them back into your head." Mrs. Scott quickly added, "and they'll be scrambled so you'll only be speaking French."