We ran into The Princess and Mini-Husband's teacher, Martine, this weekend and she pulled me aside to tell me a little story about what happened at school last Friday.
She had invited her doctor friend to come to the class and talk about the importance of healthy eating and exercise. He started out by explaining how everyone needs to make an effort to eat balanced meals, have lots of fruits and veggies, and to make sure everyone gets some exercise every day.
He also explained how important it is to actually make meal times special, how it's important to actually stop, sit down, and eat. Not run around like crazy and eat on the go like the Americans do.
"The Americans don't eat well. They do things for convenience so they eat lots of junk food, don't exercise and because of that, they aren't healthy and they tend to be fat."
It's at this point that Martine told me Mini-Husband raised his hand and gave the doctor a scowl that George W would have been proud of.
"Um, Doctor?" He said. "My mom's American and she's not fat."
God, how I love that the poor doctor's diatribe was ruined thanks to an 8 year old boy in a village tucked way up and out of the way in this rural back hole of France. He tried to save himself by telling Mini-Husband that since I've obviously lived here for so long, I've adopted the ways of the French. Mini-Husband wasn't buying it.
"No. My cousins aren't fat either."
And with that, Martine explained, the doctor quickly ended his lecture.
So for those of you keeping score at home, it's now buerre du cacahuete: 1. Nutella: 0.