Il me fait des chiquenaudes!
eel muh fay day sheek-NOHD! Click below to hear this.*
He’s hitting me!
That’s right, Mom is the arbiter in cases like these. Or Dad, if he’s the one behind the steering wheel. Ignoring the disturbance doesn’t usually work; it just escalates to red level.
I translated this French expression as he’s hitting me! because there’s no good English word for une chiquenaude. But we all know what it is. It’s how you get the paper football between the finger goals at the lunch table. It’s how you chase away the spider crawling up your arm. And it’s certainly one way to drive a smaller sibling crazy, especially when said sibling is trapped in a car seat and unable to retaliate.
So here is a chiquenaude for you–the kind that doesn’t hurt, so you won’t have to wail for Mom or Dad to save you from your sibling. Just be nice and don’t pass it on.
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