After six years in France, my mother tongue appears to be deserting me, while my French isn't getting any better. On the phone yesterday with my father, I stumbled over my words and fell flat on my face.
"The subject hasn't been bridged," I told him. It didn't sound quite right, so I corrected myself. "Uh, the subject hasn't been breeched, that is." I laughed and added, "What's wrong with me? I can't speak English anymore!"
"I think the word you're looking for is broached," my dad suggested gently.
I shudder when I realize that the future English language literacy of the family's next generation is in my hands.