rosetta stone

I had a funny experience while completing my 40-required hours of Rosetta Stone French.

Four pictures are on the screen.  The phrase c’est mon mari (this is my husband) pops on the screen.  I click on the picture of two grey haired old men—one with his arm around the other’s shoulder.  Incorrect.  Confused, I click on the same picture again.  Incorrect.

I pause, frustrated, and take a second look at the other three photos.  Then it hits me. Oh, maybe the photo of the young couple (male & female) gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes belongs with the phrase c’est mon mari.  Not the old gay couple—who as it turns out are actually just “friends” in the world of Rosetta Stone…

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