But that doesn't stop me from trying.
I watch him struggle to his feet in the tub. It is with confidence and authority that I tell him to "sit down." Standing in the tub is not advisable for the less ambulatory among us. So many unnecessary accidents happen in the bathroom.
He struggles to his feet in the livingroom, gripping the sofa with both hands. I don't want him to walk. Not yet. He's still a baby; my baby.
But I can't really tell him to sit down.
Not with Jed sitting nearby with his one eyebrow raised anyway.
So I laugh, and tell him in unskilled French: "asseyez-toi, si vous plait."
It doesn't hurt any if he doesn't know what I'm saying, right?