On Monday, the 6-year-old and the 2-and-a-half-year-old each had to take an apple to their rather nice Catholic school to give to Father Dominique.
(Father Dominic is not a fat monk who likes to scoff apples all day. His convent in Brussels takes care of the homeless and ‘sans-papiers’ which doesn’t translate nicely into English, but ‘irregular migrant’ might cover it. Hence the school regularly collects donations of food for his convent).
I wondered if Noah understood what his apple was for.
“Is Père Dominique really going to eat all those apples?”
“No mummy”, he replied earnestly.
“So what’s he going to do with them?”
“Père Dominique helps people with no money. They can knock on his door and go for their ‘goûter’.” (See this sweet explanation of a goûter).
As Shakespeare said, So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Or was that Willy Wonka?