Grayson, as you know, is all boy. All AMERICAN boy. You know, he's a rough and tumble type. He runs fast, talks loudly, and climbs onto and jumps off of almost anything.
Castalie, as you may know, is all girl. All FRENCH girl. You know, she's the sweet and feminine type. She speaks with a soft Parisian accent, doesn't like to get dirty, and loves to read books by herself.
Most of the time when they play together, Grayson pulls at her clothes, throws sand on her, or does some other unacceptable boy thing to try to get her to notice him. Eventually he gives up and just shrugs as if to say "I just don't understand girls." Meanwhile, Castalie ignores him and is probably thinking "quelle horreur!" 
But today at the park our little American boy finally rubbed off on the little French girl.
Et voila - they were hamming it up together and it was trop mignon (too sweet).
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