This weekend, I went up north and read Gros Grognon, the best picture book I've read in recent years. It's in French. And is basically a backwards Chicken Little story. Because that's how things work in Canada: French and backwards (redundant? perhaps. too easy? definitely).
Visiting public bathrooms constitutes as family fun in Canada.
Their buildings are from the 1850s and their buses the 1950s.
And in Canada, my people are still relegated to servile labor in laundromats.
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