Ou est les carottes?

This postscript to my letter has me smiling.

I was ever so intimidated by the staff at the Halte Garderie and having such a poor grasp of the language I was always on the back foot with them.

Barry was four months old, on formula only, doing quite fine but each time I dropped him off, I would get scowled at with the question thrown at me 'Ou est les carottes?' 

It took me a few weeks to even understand what was being asked of me.

The French start their babies eating solids early and mostly in those days it was blended carrots. The staff would be riffling through the baby bag I brought looking for some food for Barry.

I acquiesced eventually, cooked carrots and he flourished.