Paris bons mots, fluent shit one can’t sell in apothecary shops
Like Jefferson in Paris — there is still an apothecary shop selling colonial pharmacy toys! — but my dad also says “Bon mot!” whenever my sister makes a good pun (often!) e.g. “You’re having an is-shoe” when your shoe glue melts in the sun.
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