My wife, Camille, is as French as they come. We met in college while she was an exchange student studying International Politics, and we have been together ever since.Camille’s parents live in France, but they visit us twice a year. I’ve learnt a few weird words and phrases in French, but the language hasn’t stuck with me.Aside than my chéri and other French foods, I don’t know much. It’s only been four days since my in-laws arrived, but I’m already feeling left out at the dinner table when they’re all speaking in French.So, I decided to invite my friend, Nolan to have dinner and meet Camille’s parents. That way, I would also have someone to talk to. We’re all gathered around the table, enjoying our bouillabaisse. Nolan and I were discussing an audit at work, while Camille and her parents were merrily speaking in French