On a sweet warm morning in the Tot Spot last spring, this Museum Exhibit Technician was mending a wicker fence when a little boy came toddling nearby, dragging a small eucalyptus branch behind him and gabbing a fast flow of what sounded like French. Reaching back too many years to my high school French for the few phrases I still remember, I greeted the youngster "Bonjour, mon petit ami (Hello my little friend), "comment allez vous?" (How are you?) and I introduced myself to him "Je m'appelle Kenny". He burst back with a string of unintelligible but friendly and very French sounding baby talk, while his elderly caretaker told me in French accented English that she was pleased that someone had spoken to her little charge in his native language. C'est magnifique!